Rong Yuan replied in a low voice, "Probably South America—the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps' War God. I heard they recently went to war with the Jungle Blood Wolf Pack in the Amazon Rainforest. They suffered heavy losses. They probably need the Water of Life."
"13 billion!" Wang Ji bid calmly.
The brown-skinned War God across from him glared fiercely at Wang Ji. "13.5 billion!"
"14 billion." Wang Ji raised the bid calmly.
"Hmph!" The War God snorted angrily through his nose. After giving Wang Ji another vicious glare, he tossed his bidding paddle onto the table. He gave up.
Rong Yuan complained, "Why does this guy look like he crawled out of some uncivilized savage tribe?"
Dong Tao said, "That's normal. The Blood Blade Mercenary Corps is, after all, a super mercenary corps with a Councilor-level martial artist. They're used to throwing their weight around in South America."
"This is the War God Palace! Who would put up with him?"
Dong Tao said with a smile, "Maybe he saw that Wang Ji was a newcomer and wanted to bully him, get a bargain. Who knew... heh heh..."
The auction for the second Water of Life began.
"13 billion!" Wang Ji bid.
14 billion!
14.5 billion!
Rong Yuan grabbed Wang Ji. "It wouldn't be worth it if it goes over 15 billion. You could contact the American government privately and buy it directly from them. It generally only costs fifteen or sixteen billion."
Wang Ji nodded, but continued bidding. "15.5 billion!" Buying it here meant he could get it immediately. Faster! Wang Ji did not want to wait any longer.
"15.5 billion! Congratulations to customer number 3610 for winning this Water of Life!"
Sure enough, once the price exceeded 15 billion, hardly anyone competed for it. Wang Ji successfully won the