"You don't need to pay, Senior Brother. This has nothing to do with you."
"Besides, even if I take out fifty million, they'd have to dare accept it."
Li Ang didn't lower his voice. But as soon as they heard him, the people around them turned their gazes on him again, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
It was already outrageous for someone to offer fifty million for a piece of Whale Rubber. And now he was claiming the auction house wouldn't dare accept it.
After all, the auction house had been able to hold this event and summon all these major families. It was itself a family with considerable strength.
But upon hearing Li Ang's unmistakably threatening words, the head auctioneer's face held a mocking smile.
He calmly picked up the Whale Rubber and placed it on Li Ang's table, then picked up the POS terminal in his hand.
"Sir, please pay 50.01 million."
The young man's tone was very mild, but he made no effort to conceal this blatant slap in the face.
Meeting his gaze, Li Ang didn't get angry. He calmly raised his hand.
There was no bank card in it. Instead, a black card appeared.
Li Ang casually pushed the card in front of the man in black.
Seeing that it wasn't a bank card, the man in black visibly froze for a moment.
Then he studied it carefully, taking in its distinct markings and the three ancient-style characters for "Spirit Pagoda" written plainly across it.
The young man had been about to pick up the card, but his hand suddenly stopped.
His eyes were filled with disbelief—or perhaps it was more accurate to call it shock.
He stared fixedly at the card, then turned his gaze to Li Ang.
"You should