The auction continued, each item unveiling another glimpse into the desperation and ruthlessness of those who had gathered.
Exotic materials, restricted weaponry, and contraband flooded the stage, each selling for astronomical prices.
The room pulsed with tension, the rich scent of expensive liquor mingling with the quiet hum of whispered deals.
Qingran kept her expression neutral, but her thoughts churned. The System Upgrade Token was too valuable to pass up, yet she had no idea what she was bidding on. That alone made her wary.
Feng Yizhou remained unfaze, swirling his wine lazily, his gaze flicking from bidder to bidder. "They're waiting. It's quite interesting." he murmured.
Qingran glanced at him. "Who?"
"The real buyers." His lips curled, just slightly. "The ones who didn't bother bidding on the earlier items. They're here for something specific."
She followed his gaze.
