"My employer wants a high-year Whale Glue specimen for his collection. I really can't do you this favor."
"Eleven thousand Gold Soul Coins."
Yu Yan pinched his voice and raised the bid again in an apologetic tone.
"What is your employer's name? Let me hear it."
The portly noble did not continue bidding. He rose to his feet, looked at Yu Yan, and asked about his employer.
He was a hereditary baron of the empire. As long as he learned the employer's name, he had plenty of ways to make him hand over the Whale Glue.
"Sorry, but someone like you isn't qualified to know my employer's name."
Who didn't know how to put on airs? Especially when Yu Yan had concealed his face and disguised his voice. Naturally, he could bluff as grandly as he wanted. It wasn't as though the man could find him afterward.
"You cowardly, skulking thing! How dare you speak to this baron like that?! Tell me your employer's name! I'll make him wish he were dead!"
Perhaps it was the first time the portly noble had heard such arrogant words. His face had already turned red with rage.
"A mere baron. Is that supposed to be impressive?"
Unlike the deeply ingrained reverence the people of Douluo Continent held for nobles, Yu Yan, who had transmigrated from Blue Star, did not think much of nobles without cultivation.
In Yu Yan's eyes, they were nothing more than vermin.
"Y-you, you, you..."
The identity he took such pride in had been dismissed with such contempt. The portly noble was so furious that he could barely speak.
Yu Yan's arrogant, overbearing attitude did not draw glares from the other nobles. Instead, they began wondering why he was so brazen and why his tone was so disdainful.
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