"Why do I feel like we got the short end of the stick in this deal?"
Inside the private room were the Black Market's master, Zuo Wuxin; the auction house master, Qiu Yun; Assassin's Guild president Hai Nuo; and Han Xingyue.
Hearing Huanhuan say those words, Zuo Wuxin felt a dull ache in his chest.
"Short end of the stick, my ass!"
Hai Nuo could not help retorting.
"If it hadn't been for your promise, that brat wouldn't even have bothered coming to the auction. Even if he had, it would only have been for those two medicinal herbs. He wouldn't have competed with that little bastard at all. One million and ten thousand would already have been the ceiling," Hai Nuo said.
"I know that, of course. It's just... I don't feel good about it. What, you won't even let me vent?"
Zuo Wuxin gave a bitter smile again and again.
He naturally understood the reasoning, yet reasoning could not bury the pain in his heart.
"You know everything, yet you're still spouting nonsense?"
Hai Nuo mocked him again. "This is only the beginning. Don't forget, you promised him three items in total. This is only the first."
"Uh..."
Zuo Wuxin sucked in a sharp breath and nearly fainted.
"Uh, my ass!"
Hai Nuo slapped Zuo Wuxin hard on the shoulder and said with a strange grin, "In my view, your deal was well worth it. That brat didn't choose anything more valuable than this, which means he's interested in that matter. If, after we lay our cards on the table with him, he really asks you for a treasure, could you refuse to give it to him?"
"This..."
Zuo Wuxin fell silent once more.
"So you clearly made a huge profit. And let me tell you, I've already