Wei Mountain's face was as grim as if it could wring out water.
The conversation with Haywood still lingered clearly in his mind.
In just over half a year, Su Huan had grown from a small force that lucked out against the Steel Council to this point.
Wei Mountain took a deep breath—one lucky strike is one thing, but if it's always luck, then it's hard power, especially now with the Genetic Primordial in the city, Su Huan couldn't be provoked.
There were many others who were similarly dissatisfied, but no one dared to voice a single doubt.
Shu Wei knocked the gavel, "The auction begins, the first item, a medicinal liquor that slightly enhances life force. Not for consumption by ordinary people, with no side effects, a total of two vats, weighing ten pounds, starting bid at 10,000 points, and each increment must not be less than one thousand."
