Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1337: The Greed of Man Knows No Bounds!

"Why are you so worried? He will definitely follow up, don’t worry!" The man in the middle tried to reassure his anxious subordinates with great confidence, as if everything was under his control.

...

"People are really insatiable," Ye Feng remarked with a chuckle, shaking his head as he decided to stop bidding.

Even though Ye Feng had enough cultivation points to outbid everyone, it didn’t mean he was a fool to be played with.

"What do you mean?" Lilia asked curiously upon hearing Ye Feng’s comment.

"Nothing, just that some people are probably going to have a bad time," Ye Feng smiled without elaborating.

"Who is this guy? Bidding a whole ten thousand cultivation points? I’ve never heard of him before."

"Daring to snatch something from Mr. War God? That’s some nerve!"

"Exactly... and he raised it to ten thousand cultivation points in one go? Is he really here to bid, or is he deliberately antagonizing Mr. War God?"

"Either way, offending War God like this, he’s probably going to be in big trouble."

Many people turned to take a look upon hearing someone dare to bid ten thousand cultivation points.

When they realized the bidder was a stranger to them, they couldn’t help but shake their heads, even more intrigued.

"Why... why isn’t he bidding?" The man who bid ten thousand began to panic seeing Ye Feng had no intention of bidding.

Although he bid ten thousand cultivation points, he didn’t even have that much, not even close to two thousand.

If Duke Mitchell found out, he would surely die a terrible death.

If he were really to win the bid and then couldn’t pay, Duke Mitchell’s response would undoubtedly be brutal.

Thinking of this, cold sweat started to drench his forehead.

"You... you should bid quickly, even if just a little more!"

"Bid, please! Why aren’t you bidding now?"

At this point, he couldn’t help but shiver, praying continuously in his heart for Ye Feng to place a bid.

He even promised himself that if Ye Feng raised the bid, even by a single point, he would abandon his bid without hesitation.

He was even starting to regret his rash bid this time.

"Boss... what do we do? He seems not to be bidding, is this thing going to fall into our hands?"

"We’re doomed... boss, we are doomed..."

The two followers beside him, seeing Ye Feng not bidding, became anxious and jittery as well.

"Ten thousand, once!"

"Does anyone want to bid higher than this gentleman?"

"Ten thousand, twice!"

"It’s a rare treasure, is there really no higher bid?"

...

Meanwhile, the auctioneer began the countdown, urging for more bids.

Each countdown felt like a death knell to the three bidders.

With the auctioneer’s countdown, the three men felt a sense of impending disaster getting closer.

Just then, Ye Feng stood up.

"Great... he’s standing up. I knew he would follow through."

"Finally, is he going to bid now?"

The three men, previously ashen-faced, lit up with glee, thinking Ye Feng was about to bid.

"Could this big shot be about to set an auction record?" Even the auctioneer slowed down, hoping Ye Feng would continue bidding.

Indeed, the higher Ye Feng’s bid, the more beneficial it would be for the auctioneer.

In the onlookers’ gaze, Ye Feng stood up, rummaged around for his phone, and then casually sat back down as if nothing happened.

"He just found a phone and then sat... back... down...?"

"No... big guy, you can’t sit down. Did you forget to bid?"

"He didn’t bid? Are we finished?"

Seeing this scene, the three men became despondent, slumping into their seats.

They realized Ye Feng never intended to bid; they were truly done for.

Indeed, trying to stir up trouble on Duke Mitchell’s turf was like asking for death.

No one had dared to cause such a disturbance on Duke Mitchell’s turf before.

"Ten thousand, third call. Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the Broken Sword at ten thousand cultivation points."

With the auctioneer’s final bang of the gavel, the Broken Sword was officially won by this man.

"We’re finished... we’re completely finished." Seeing the result, the middle man was utterly despondent, collapsing powerlessly into his chair.

Meanwhile, the auction house brought the Broken Sword over to complete the transaction with him.

"Idiots! Absolute idiots." The owner of the Broken Sword, hiding on the side, was fuming, nearly smashing the table.

Originally, this Broken Sword could have sold for five thousand cultivation points, but thanks to those three idiots, it might fall back into his hands. How could he not be angry?

He even had the urge to rip the lead guy apart.

"What? You don’t have enough cultivation points? You’re here to cause trouble?" At the same time, upon hearing the man’s words, the auction staff’s faces darkened.

"Arrest them and take them to Duke Mitchell, let him decide their fate." Later, under the lead figure’s order, the auction house staff detained the three troublemakers.

"No... no, we didn’t mean to, please give us a chance, spare us this time."

"It’s not our fault, it’s all his doing, it has nothing to do with us!"

...

While being apprehended, the three struggled desperately, trying to plead for their lives.

But, they were completely ignored and quickly led away with a look of utter despair.

"Turns out they were troublemakers! I was wondering who dared to challenge Mr. War God."

"Really bold, causing trouble on Duke Mitchell’s turf? They must be tired of living, right?"

"It’s hilarious, the last person who caused trouble here has grass taller than people growing on his grave, right?"

Upon learning the three were just troublemakers, everyone felt relieved.

Seeing the trio dare to stir trouble on Duke Mitchell’s turf, they put on a look of admiration, knowing these three were as good as dead.

Indeed, in the hands of Duke Mitchell, can they survive?

They might be chopped into pieces and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

After the three were taken away, the auction staff, carrying the Broken Sword, approached Ye Feng, seemingly ready to sell it to him...