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“Eight million!” Finn Lewis casually called out a number.

Heibear Lincoln was speechless. The bid was too high for him to continue, but a fire ignited in his heart and ignited his competitive spirit. From then on, he aggressively bid on every following item, forcing others to raise their prices before Lewis would end the bidding with a sky-high price that he was seemingly ready to pay.

This happened time and time again without an exception; Lewis’s insane bids greatly exceeded the value of these auction items, leaving everyone else aghast and impotent to respond.

“How much has he spent now?” Jenkins said, wiping sweat off his brow.

“One hundred thirty million,” answered one of Jenkins’s aides, also wiping sweat off his brow. Though the items Lewis had bought had a total value of no more than seventy million, he spent the astonishing amount without even a stutter. The tone of his voice never changed.

Though he was using a voice changer, a person’s tone cannot change. His consistent tone mixed with the astonishing amount he was spending — star credits no less — was shocking.

“The next item is a historical piece of art from the Galactic Federation, the oldest and best-preserved piece that has been impossible to replicate: the ‘Symphony of Life’ by the renowned musician Stella Celestial, This original piece is 1.2 million years old,” the auctioneer’s voice grew exuberant. The crowd below also got louder — Stella Celestial certainly seemed to have high prestige.

Even Lewis was intrigued. However, when the auctioneer announced the bidding price, Lewis was taken aback. “Starting price ten million star credits; each additional bid must be at least a hundred thousand star credits.” As the auctioneer announced the starting price, Lewis felt as if he were going mad.

This was the first piece of art in the auction that had a starting price over ten million star credits. What on earth was this? The starting prices of previous pieces of art never exceeded one million star credits, let alone five hundred thousand. Although the final prices of those pieces sometimes reached one million, the starting prices did not.

But this piece had a starting price of ten million star credits! It was just a song, how could it be so expensive? But Lewis quickly learned the nature of his question: bids for this piece quickly rose to 15 million star credits. After it reached that point, far fewer people were placing bids.

“Twenty million!” A random voice suddenly came in. It was Heibear Lincoln. Lewis was surprised. This guy never caused a ruckus during the auctions for the previous pieces of art, but now he started to create a stir. And he previously never bid on items over a few million, but now he suddenly went into millions. This was quite out of the blue.

“Twenty five million,” Lewis replied, unenthused. Although Lewis did not particularly care for art pieces, he did not back off from his claim.

“Thirty million, heh-heh, brace yourself to keep up,” Heibear Lincoln’s voice cut through right after Lewis.

“Forty million. If you wish, I can afford this,” Lewis replied in an unchanged tone.

“Forty-five million,” Heibear Lincoln said without hesitation.

“One hundred million, if you dare, keep going,” Lewis retorted, placing a sky-high bid for the first time that night. The entire venue fell dead silent. Lewis was puzzled as to why Heibear Lincoln suddenly seemed so confident. Despite having bid one hundred million, Lewis didn’t care about the price. After all, his money came easily, and his account still held a credit line of over four hundred billion. He had barely spent a fraction of that.

What surprised Lewis was the fact that he suddenly felt as if his voice was elongating, similar to the feeling when he was communicating with the Insect Queen. But it wasn’t an insect species’ voice that he heard; it was a familiar voice.

“Boss Lincoln, enough is enough. If they refuse to continue bidding, you’ll be finished,” a strange voice whispered into Lewis’s ear. It was faint, but he could hear it.

The familiar voice soon spoke: “Humph! If I don’t bankrupt them, my last name isn’t Lincoln! Isn’t he feeling powerful? I will raise the price again! How many times has this kid contested us? Don’t you know yet? He won’t give up! If something goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility.”

“One hundred and one million. My ability is not great, but I still followed. Now it’s your turn. Let’s see if you can double your bid,” the arrogant voice of Heibear Lincoln came.

The voice came from outside, making Lewis dizzy, and he became a little sluggish. But he quickly recovered, though he was still surprised. He clearly heard the other side’s conversation, which was supposed to be impossible due to the soundproofing in his room. It was…unexplainable.

Having heard Heibear Lincoln’s words, Lewis just chuckled. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s you for being unlucky. He lightly pressed the button in front of him, saying, “Oh, sorry, actually I’m not interested in art pieces. Since you bid such a high price, one hundred million, boy, it’s a lot. I’ll let you take it.”

As soon as Lewis’s words came out, the outside environment became as silent as a graveyard. Regardless of the actual value of the item, the price was far beyond what it was worth, especially for a mere piece of art.

The uproar outside quickly resumed. Many delighted voices echoed, “Ha-ha, sir, I like you! I’m Jasmine Davis. Although we, the Bloody Peach Blossom Pirates, are not a large group, for your style alone, I’ll do you a favor for free. Of course, I won’t do anything that would get me into trouble.” Once again, the long-lost voice of Jasmine Davis rang out.