"Do you want it or not!" Rommel gritted his teeth and asked.
"Nonsense! Why wouldn't I!" Although Liu was puzzled and even thought that Rommel was setting a trap, he readily agreed because the cost of mental power was too tempting.
"Then will you join me in conquering the world from now on?" Rommel gazed at Liu, and someone had already brought over the box containing the Magic Tuber Beauty.
"Ha, you want me to be your lackey?" Liu laughed so hard he bent backward, "Who do you think you are? You think a method of communicating with mental power has bought me over? Damn it!"
Rommel took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly.
The auction reached its climax, the final and most spectacular lot was up.
Liu's gaze narrowed.
A group of strong men struggled to lift a peaked sedan chair onto the stage, the chair was very heavy. Even with eight strong men carrying it, droplets of water occasionally splashed out, wetting the curtain.
The curtain was lifted and the hall gasped.
