This lunatic.
Tang Feng couldn't help but curse. How wasteful could this kid possibly be?
One hundred and ten million.
Tang Feng followed up with another bid.
That spendthrift Young Valley Master of Medicine God Valley became even more arrogant. "Two hundred million! Who dares compete with me?"
Ah, it's that little madman from Medicine God Valley again.
The regulars in the other VIP rooms were very familiar with this kid. With his old man backing him up, his arrogance knew no bounds.
In Wandao City, he wouldn't willingly provoke anyone from the Wandao Sect, but aside from them, he put no one else in his eyes.
He did whatever he pleased, utterly unrestrained.
Tang Feng's bid clearly made him bear a grudge. He had already sent someone to investigate Tang Feng's identity. If he turned out to be from the Wandao Sect, that was one thing. But if he wasn't, he'd have people take action. After all, no matter the issue, his old man would handle it.
