Time ticked by, second after second.
Yet the atmosphere inside the Delin Street Grand Theater only grew more fervent. Even the powerful air conditioning failed to give the guests the slightest relief.
Instead, every one of them was drenched in sweat.
Normally, they would have found this uncomfortable.
But now?
None of the guests had any attention to spare for such things.
Treasure after treasure connected to Ailiterjia appeared before their eyes.
Staggering price after staggering price rang in their ears.
Their adrenaline had almost reached its peak.
Kerry was no different.
The leader who had once served as Ford's deputy stood on the auction stage. After overcoming his initial discomfort, he became increasingly at ease.
It was as though he had been born to stand here, rather than fight in the streets.
Huff! Huff!
Kerry took another round of deep breaths.
Several hours of auctioneering, constantly whipping up the atmosphere, would have been enough to leave a burly man collapsed from exhaustion.
By now, Kerry was utterly exhausted.
But his excitement made him feel tireless.
With a microphone in one hand and a gavel waving in the other, he once again stepped to the center of the stage.
This time, enthusiastic applause broke out before Kerry even spoke.
Over the past few hours, the guests had been won over by Kerry's words. Their earlier unpleasant memories had quickly faded.
All that remained was anticipation.
Anticipation for the treasures Kerry would bring out, one after another.
Kerry smiled at the guests.
Only after the applause subsided did he speak. "Thank you all for your enthusiasm earlier, but that was merely an insignificant warm-up, all in preparation for this very moment!"
"Our final auction lot is about to appear!"
"Believe me, you won't be disappointed!"
Without further introduction, Kerry turned and