Chapter 522: Chapter 510: The Bai Clan’s Fish That Escaped the Net?

"Silence! Esteemed guests, please be quiet for a moment. The auction of the human body feasts is about to begin!"

In the center of the four models, a middle-aged woman smiled and called out. Immediately, the vast hall fell silent. Even Qin Fan and his group stopped talking.

"Next up is Number One, the feast right in front of me! The starting bid is one million, and each increment must be at least one hundred thousand! Your bidding devices have buttons to increase the bid by increments ranging from one hundred thousand to one million. We welcome your enthusiastic participation. The auction starts now!"

As she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman took a tablet from a staff member behind her. It displayed the bidding information in real time.

"Bidder twenty-three bids one million, one hundred thousand! From now on, I will not report every single bid, only the highest prevailing one!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

As soon as she said that, the numbers on the tablet jumped again.

"Bidder fifty-six, one million, eight hundred thousand!"

"Bidder eighty-eight, two million, three hundred thousand!"

"Bidder one hundred and seven, three million!"

"Bidder sixteen, three million, eight hundred thousand!"

"Bidder ninety-nine, four million, seven hundred thousand!"

The middle-aged woman on the lifting platform barely paused for breath as prices flowed endlessly from her lips. In less than a minute, the starting bid of one million had soared to over four million. This was truly a frenzied feast! An absolutely insane banquet!

Everyone knew that reaching such a price within a minute meant this auction was destined to become a war of sky-high prices. However, the bidders were mostly familiar with how these human models were cultivated. They knew the women were specially trained and guaranteed to be untouched, so a price of several million seemed worthwhile to them. After all, behind the auction lay a complex web of power and money.

"Four million, seven hundred thousand from bidder ninety-nine, going once!" the middle-aged woman called out, her expression unchanged after three seconds passed without a new bid.

"Five million! From bidder one hundred and thirty-two!"

"Bidder twelve, six million!"

"Bidder twenty-one, seven million!"

The bidding increments had suddenly leaped from a few hundred thousand to millions at a time. A mad rhythm had just begun!

"Let’s just end this now. Ten million!" At that moment, after the woman had called out the seven-million bid, a middle-aged man with shoulder-length, salt-and-pepper hair brushed his bangs aside. He didn’t use his bidding device, instead raising his hand as he walked toward the front of the crowd. "I doubt anyone will go higher. It’s just a woman, and only for one night. She’s not worth more than that."

"Alright, this gentleman bids ten million! Are there any further bids?" She was slightly stunned by his public display, but the surprise was fleeting as a smile returned to her face.

"Bidder one hundred and twenty-two, eleven million!"

Before the middle-aged man could even savor his smugness, the woman on the platform announced the new price.

"Fifteen million!" the man called out nonchalantly. For him, tens of millions was just what he made from selling a few counterfeit goods. He didn’t care.

"Fifteen million, are there any other bids?"

"Fifteen million, going once!"

"Fifteen million, going twice!"

"Fifteen million, going three times, and sold! Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully winning the number one feast! Please proceed backstage to settle the payment. Thank you!" the woman on stage announced with a warm, generous smile.

But in the next moment, the middle-aged man’s words shocked everyone.

"Wait, not so fast! There are still three more, aren’t there? I have a big appetite, and one feast isn’t enough to satisfy me. I need all four, so we can settle the bill together later! How about this? Let’s stop the auction. I’ll take them all for a package price of seventy million. What do you say?"

What the hell? Seventy million for a package deal? He wanted to buy them all out from the very beginning?

The man’s words instantly provoked the collective wrath of the crowd. Just because he had a big appetite, did that mean everyone else had to become a spectator? If they didn’t know for a fact that the Dragon Palace of the East Sea never used shills to drive up prices, the assembled elites would have assumed the man was a plant.

Sensing the restless atmosphere, the middle-aged woman on the lifting platform quickly spoke up. "Sir, my apologies! Rules are rules. The Dragon Palace of the East Sea has no precedent for package deals. Please respect our auction principles!"

"Fine. It’s your place, you make the rules. Let’s get on with it then!" the middle-aged man replied, then disdainfully glanced back at the indignant elites.

Below, witnessing the scene unfold, Li Yunzhe exclaimed, "Holy shit! This guy isn’t just a tycoon, he’s a god-tier tycoon! Just to eat a meal off a woman’s body and have a few rounds with her... he’s willing to drop seventy million for that? Who the hell is this guy?! Seventy million! Oh my god! That’s so rich it’s inhuman!"

"Seventy million? If he wants to take them all, seventy million is nowhere near enough now," Chang Yuanyi said, shaking his head with a smile. "He’s enraged the entire crowd. There are plenty of people here with deep pockets who were determined to win. Now that he’s pulled this stunt, those magnates will be even less willing to back down. Besides, they have to win at least one. You know there are definitely some major figures waiting for these beauties! But with this wild card appearing out of nowhere, I bet Old Chen is laughing his head off!"

Forget a package deal of seventy million. Even a total final price of fifty million would have Chen Jinlong raking in a massive profit. But the sudden appearance of this seemingly crazed man had completely shattered the auction’s rhythm. Of course, as the boss behind the scenes, the Dragon Palace of the East Sea was undoubtedly delighted to see this kind of disruption.

"Young Master Chang, what’s the background of that arrogant guy?" asked a dandy from Beijing as soon as Chang Yuanyi finished speaking.

"I’m not sure. I’ve never seen him before," Chang Yuanyi replied, shaking his head as he blinked thoughtfully.

To act so audaciously in front of such an assembly of elites and casually toss out a seventy-million package price... he’s definitely no ordinary person. He’s fearless, which means he must have significant backing. For such a character to suddenly appear in the Martial World of Jinling... it seems I’ll have to investigate this.

An urge to probe the man’s background grew in Chang Yuanyi’s mind.

Amidst their conversation, however, Qin Fan frowned. He sensed a familiar aura from the middle-aged man.

The aura of the Bai Clan. That clan was rumored to be descendants of the Tomb Raider Captains, a clan that cultivated their Yin Yang Balance Technique by harvesting the yin essence of young women.

What’s going on? Didn’t I already exterminate their clan? Could this be a survivor who slipped through the net?

At that moment, frowning, Qin Fan involuntarily locked his Divine Sense onto the man.

At the same time, the man seemed to let out a faint grunt. Reacting instinctively to an unseen probe, he glanced in Qin Fan’s direction.

In that fleeting instant, Qin Fan withdrew his Divine Sense. He met the man’s stare and acted as if he had noticed nothing at all.

The middle-aged man shook his head and muttered to himself, "Hmm? Was I mistaken?" Seeing it was only a young man in his early twenties, he dismissed the feeling and turned back to the front.