He would not buy Netherworld Ghost Eyes because it was too high-profile.
However, his men will not let go of such a good thing, so only one of his men will come here tonight.
He really doesn't know about this matter, because now everything on the overseas battlefields is directly contacted by Dong Jian, so if his subordinates come here to bid tonight, unless he asks Dong Jian, Dong Jian will not
Say, because it is a small matter.
After listening to the bidding for a while, Lin Zhiming was basically sure that he was in a private room numbered 3 in the middle, because the bidding voice in that private room was the voice of his men.
The price of Nether Ghost Eyes has been rising all the way, and finally exceeded the ten thousand gold mark, which is tens of billions!
There is no way to say whether spending tens of billions of dollars in cash to buy a special ability is worth it or not.
In the eyes of many people, special abilities may be priceless treasures. If you exchange them with money, you can only spend a terrible amount of money. But in the eyes of other people, your special abilities must ultimately serve you and serve you.
Create your own profits, but is it possible for you to create this tens of billions of value with just a pair of eyes?
"Terrible!" Bai He said in amazement after hearing that the price exceeded one trillion.
"These big guys in the foreign battlefields have a lot of money. They have made at least hundreds of billions by reselling resources, and it's all wasted cash!" Ma Hou's informant said.
"Hundreds of billions in cash? How much does that cost?" Bai He shook his head. He didn't even dare to think about hundreds of billions in cash.
"Thirteen thousand gold!" the young man sitting in the front row shouted excitedly.
This price is directly two thousand gold higher than the previous price, which is two billion!
Everyone looked at the young man in surprise. Everyone thought it was a duel between private room bosses, but they never expected that this young man was so tough and even shouted out the price of thirteen thousand gold.
As soon as the price came out, all the private rooms were silent. It seemed that they did not expect that there would be people in the lobby bidding against them, and they would increase the price so harshly.
The young man's face was a bit ferocious, and he would have fought tooth and nail for Netherworld Ghost Eyes.
"Is this man crazy? Even if he really spent so much money to buy the Netherworld Ghost Eyes, is it possible for him to take the Netherworld Ghost Eyes away? He must not be intercepted and killed on the road?" Bai He said with a frown.
"If he dares to shout, he will naturally have the confidence to dare to shout." Lin Zhiming said, glancing at an ordinary-looking middle-aged man sitting next to the young man.
The man was very low-key, so low-key that people could hardly feel his presence. However, Lin Zhiming could vaguely feel that there seemed to be a tiger hidden in that man's body.
Perhaps, that middle-aged man is the source of all the confidence for the young people.
"Fifteen thousand gold." A voice sounded.
The price of fifteen thousand gold made the young man's expression extremely ugly.
He could no longer raise the price because he only had more than 14,000 gold.
This was what he had just used the half hour to make up for. He thought it was enough, but unexpectedly it was still not enough.
The price of fifteen thousand gold was quoted from Private Room No. 2. After this price came out, many private rooms fell silent.
It seemed that the price of fifteen thousand gold was beyond their budget.
In the end, Netherworld Ghost Tong was sold for fifteen thousand gold.
Seeing the Netherworld Ghost Eyes being sold at such a price, the young man felt regretful. If he hadn't bought the Woody Cordyceps and the Seven God Grasses just now, he would have about seventeen thousand gold on hand. That's no guarantee.
You will definitely have enough money to buy the Netherworld Ghost Eyes.
"Shall we go grab it?" the young man asked the middle-aged man next to him.
"This... each private room represents a big boss from each district. Not to mention their strength, if we rob them, we may force those big bosses to take action in person... By then, we may really be unable to leave the battlefield outside the territory.
." said the middle-aged man.
"Aren't you very powerful? Are you still afraid of them?" the young man asked angrily.
"Of course I'm not afraid of ordinary people, but each of those big guys has a strength close to that of a God of War, and some even have the strength of a God of War. When I meet them, I have no chance of winning," the middle-aged man said.
"Trash!" the young man cursed.
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said nothing.
"But, you have to help me kill those guys just now." The young man said and looked towards Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming happened to look at him as well.
"Okay, as soon as they get out of here, I will kill them!" the middle-aged man nodded.
"Humph!" The young man snorted coldly and wiped Lin Zhiming's neck.
As the last lot was bought, this auction that could go down in history came to an end.
However, for many people, the fun has just begun.
Some people made enemies at the auction, and some people exposed their wealth at the auction. All of this is destined to be a good show for a long time after the auction ends.
However, just when everyone was about to leave, a woman appeared on the stage.
This woman is wearing pink clothes, she is the Pink Assassin.
As soon as the pink assassin appeared, everyone stopped leaving.
"Everyone, I just received a notice from my boss that today the Greedy Black Market is under martial law. No one is allowed to take action in the Greedy Black Market. Anyone who takes action will be an enemy of my boss and the other two controllers." The pink assassin held the microphone and smiled.
said.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Many people have already planned to kill people and steal goods after they go out. But now you suddenly can't decide to do it, doesn't that mean the plan will come to nothing?
"What the hell is the rule? Aren't the greedy black markets only protected by the three major controllers in shops?" the young man shouted dissatisfied.
"My boss, this is for your own good." The pink assassin said with a smile, "With people like you, there will be a fight between people in several boxes at the door. How many of you will be able to leave the greedy black market alive?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was suddenly enlightened and understood everything at once.
This time, many big bosses came. These big bosses usually have many private fights. This time, one of the big boss’s men bought the Netherworld Ghost Eyes. Then the other big boss’s men will definitely not just watch like this.
Netherworld Ghost Tong was taken away, so it is very likely that after leaving the auction site, there will be a battle between the boss's men at the door.
The boss's subordinates must all be top-notch experts. When the time comes to fight, with so many people here, the number of people killed by mistake will definitely be a huge number, and their fight will inevitably affect the entire greedy black market.
No wonder the three major controllers would issue such an order at this time!
"Asshole, let that guy live a little longer!" The young man looked at Lin Zhiming angrily.
Lin Zhiming seemed to know what the young man was thinking, and smiled and shrugged, indicating that he was also helpless.
After the pink assassin said that call, he turned around and left. After that, everyone exited one by one.
Lin Zhiming and his men got mixed up in the crowd leaving the venue and soon disappeared from the sight of the young people.
The young man led his men out of the auction.
"Asshole, just let him run away!" The young man looked around and stamped his feet angrily after not noticing Lin Zhiming's shadow.
"Master, let's leave quickly. The atmosphere here is not right." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
"What's wrong?" the young man asked.
"There are several powerful auras, and there is no concealment. A war may break out here soon. Let's leave quickly." The middle-aged man said.
"War? Didn't it mean that there can't be a fight here?" the young man asked in surprise.
"I don't know that either. I only know that it's very dangerous here now. Let's leave quickly!" said the middle-aged man.
"Okay." The young man sighed, and then, led by the middle-aged man, he quickly walked to the side road and disappeared at the door of the auction in a blink of an eye.
At the same time, several figures also followed the young man and left quickly.
Not long after the young man left, at the door of the auction, when a group of people walked out of the auction, another group of people who had been waiting at the door for a long time went straight towards that group of people and killed them.
A fierce battle broke out instantly.
Several groups of people fought together, and the fighting was extremely fierce.
On the other side, the young people had already left the central area.
"There are at least three waves of people behind us." The middle-aged man said as he walked.
"Oh." The young man said indifferently. With this middle-aged man beside him, he didn't care how many waves of people followed him. On this trip to the greedy black market, he not only failed to complete the task, but also spent a lot of money to buy
Useless things. At this time, he was in an extremely bad mood. He just wanted to leave the greedy black market as soon as possible and go to the colorful world outside to vent his inner negative emotions.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the alley on the roadside.
This group of people was extremely fast and had arrived around the young man in the blink of an eye.
"Kill them!" the young man said with a dark face.
The people in the escort around him immediately picked up their laser guns and shot at those people.
In the blink of an eye, several people fell to the ground, but there were still a few more skilled people who passed through the defense network formed by laser guns and reached the young man's side.
At this time, the middle-aged man next to the young man took action.
He dodged in front of the attackers and punched each of them, knocking away these powerful men who were at least a fifth-grade martial artist.
These strong men were as if they had been hit by a car, flying seven or eight meters away, hitting the wall next to them heavily, and bursting into blood sprays on the wall.
Such a powerful performance instantly shocked those who wanted to rob them.
The middle-aged man followed the young man forward with a cold face and an expressionless expression, while the waves of people following them slowed down and watched them go away.