"Trading the Monkey Claw for this cloak, are you crazy?"
"Are you out of your mind? If you had told me you had this, forget about the Red Dragon Cloak, I'd catch you a Red Dragon's head instead."
"Mr. Peacock, quickly bring out something more impressive to pressure him hard!"
The auction hall suddenly turned into chaos.
Peacock ignored the hecklers and instead raised her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through space to look at Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng avoided her gaze, looking inwardly calm and composed.
Who knows if this woman can kill with her eyes; there's no need to confront her head-on at this moment.
"I'll add this to my bid."
Peacock retracted her gaze and took out a roll of white paper.
With a casual flick, the paper unfurled in the air, revealing a banner.
The banner bore ten crooked characters large.
"You bastard boss, give back my hard-earned money!"
