At this time, Fang Haoqiu, who had always been calm and indifferent, finally couldn't control his indifferent emotions.

He stood up and kicked the table in front of him.

The exquisite blue and white porcelain was smashed all over the floor, and the fragrance of Longjing spread throughout the audience.

But Fang Haoqiu ignored it. He walked up to Ye Hao step by step with his leather shoes stepping on the porcelain residue all over the floor, and said coldly, "Your surname Ye, can you get 10 billion?"

Ye Hao smiled lightly: "Are you stupid? Didn't you just pay 10 billion as a deposit?"

Hearing this, Fang Haoqiu sneered: "If I tell you that I won't increase the price now, will you regret it?"

Ye Hao was noncommittal, squinting at Fang Haoqiu who was condescending at the moment, and said flatly: "In Ye Hao's dictionary, there is no word for regret."

"Moreover, I also believe that the Nine Dragon Balls are extremely important to Fang Shao."

"It's only 10 billion. Young Master Fang will definitely increase the price."

"Here, I can assure you, Fang Shao, that as long as you bid 20 billion now, I won't raise the price any more. I'll give you the item, how about it?"

Ye Hao tilted his head sideways, with an expression of interest on his face.

"Master Fang, you don't need to thank me. A gentleman doesn't take what others like. I've always behaved like a gentleman."

"Of course, it's another matter if you can't afford the money."

"It looks quite pretentious. When it comes time to really pay, it won't be too late."

"If that's the case, why pretend to be a wolf with a big tail?"

Fang Haoqiu gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see what Ye Hao, who was smiling at the moment, was thinking.

After a long time, Fang Haoqiu said coldly: "Don't worry."

"Ten billion, you win."

"But I might need to tell you something."

"Every man is innocent, but pregnant is guilty."

"Who wants this thing, you may not know."

"Wait until you know who the person who wants to get this thing is."

"You will regret it to the point that you don't even know how to write death!"

Fang Haoqiu's words were indifferent, as if he was explaining the facts, but there was no doubt about the threat in his words.

The audience was attracted by the confrontation between the two, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, and needles could be heard in the arena.

In the corner, Xie Shaocheng, one of the Sixth Sons of the Devil, watched this scene with a frown. He wanted to speak, but finally held back.

Needless to say, Fang Haoqiu's status is extremely noble, even a head taller than Xie Shaocheng.

But Xie Shaocheng has personally experienced how difficult Ye Hao is.

In his eyes, this is a battle between dragons and tigers.

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