A decent influx of mind points showed up in the form of notifications as silence spread throughout the crowd.
Three seconds later, Amon heard the same voice.
"Eleven Thousand."
"What a broke bitch." Amon commented, his voice mysteriously enhanced so everyone could hear him. He didn't know how it worked and he wasn't in a hurry to find out either.
"I'll go with twenty. Come on, I thought you were some sort of big rich kid but you're nothing but a beggar. Wait, is that the VIP seat? Why's a beggar sitting on a VIP seat?"
[Rotten Tongue donated 10,001 coins.]
Rotten Tongue: Keep going! Kill him! Fatality!!
[DommyMommy donated 100,000 coins.]
DommyMommy: Humiliate him for me.
'Your wish is my command.' Amon said inwardly the auction staff and the crowd stared in his direction.
The woman on the stage paused, staring at Amon while looking like she was trying to listen to someone.
A moment later, she flashed a warm and welcoming smile at him.
