Throwing down three hundred thousand right at the start-Weng Sanren was outrageously wealthy.
If they kidnapped him, took him to Qingliang Prefecture, had Brother Huang whip him three times a day, and had Wang Lili give him her washed menstrual cloths to wipe his mouth with, how much Star Source could they squeeze out of him once he gave in?!
That... that might be enough to buy all three territories of Lingnan Prefecture.
Standing in the Secret Chamber, Ren Ye stared at the scrawny Weng Sanren, and drool actually trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But after thinking it over, he instantly realized that among these "six gentlemen," he might be the only second-tier small fry. The others probably started at the third tier, and might even be...
This was a third-tier Star Gate, after all!
Fuck, forget it. Weng Sanren might act like a complete coward, but he could have some serious explosive power.
Inside the Secret Chamber, once everyone had handed over their Star Source, the Heavenly Dao quietly collected the money without giving any further prompts.
"Why are you all looking at me instead of reading your pouches?" Weng Sanren stood beside the north wall, watching everyone warily.
"Heh, you look quite wealthy, my friend," Ghost-Headed Saber said with a smile.
Poison Wine Flask added softly, "It's only the first round. Was bidding three hundred thousand Star Source really necessary?"
Weng Sanren walked over to the table, picked a seat at random, and sat down. "Thanks to my ancestors' glory and my father's hard work, he left me more money than I could spend in three hundred lifetimes. What can I do about it?"
Just listen to that. How infuriating could a remark get?
Ren Ye gritted his teeth and chimed in, "Your father really was