"550 million gold coins!"
Denise's voice thundered from his VIP room, his anger evident in both his expression and tone.
'These fools… They're just raising the price to spite me! Why don't they just give up and let me have the treasure?!'
His fists clenched tightly as he grit his teeth in frustration. The price was rising at an alarming rate, and no one seemed willing to back down.
Denise's fury only deepened. Not only was he being ignored, but no one was showing him the respect he believed he deserved. Worse yet, his humiliating defeat at Yuan's hands still haunted him. The memory of being left in a pathetic state outside the stadium, where anyone could see his disgrace, made his skin crawl with rage.
The thought of skinning Yuan alive and rubbing salt into his fresh wounds briefly flashed through his mind, making his breathing heavy with fury.
"600 million gold coins!"
