The first half continued for nearly two hours, during which the three calmly bid, calmly competed, and calmly spoke. However, the atmosphere around them grew increasingly restless, filled with a sense of oppression.
During these two hours, Nancy also seemed to perceive who was fanning the flames. She couldn't help but glance towards Young Master Dark Sea, whose deep eyes... appeared calm, but he would always take the initiative to speak up, stoking the fire and adding pressure whenever it seemed to die down.
His tactics were very clever; he was involved in it as well, without being noticed by the other two. Nancy himself wanted to smooth things over, to ease the increasingly tense mood among them.
But he was always interrupted by a few mocking words or actions from Young Master Dark Sea.
Because of this, Nancy couldn't help but sense something was amiss.
"Damn it… If it's really like that, what is its goal?"
"And…"
