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"One thousand taels!" Qin Chen reported a high price, and all the guests were in an uproar.

Zhao Wujiang walked up to the high platform, not caring about the other people present, and slowly touched the Dragon Fault Broken Sword with his big hand.

His big hand began to feel a slight sting, and murderous aura and evil spirits were washing away.

He held the broken sword and felt the sword trembling slightly. Then he lifted up the Dragon Fault Broken Sword and held the half-broken sword in his hand. He scanned the people present with sharp eyes.

The guests stepped back unconsciously, feeling an indescribable indifference to Zhao Wujiang who was holding the half-broken sword.

The old man in yellow robe narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Mr. Zhao, let it go. You'd better not bear the erosion of such evil energy now. It will damage your bones and be detrimental to your martial arts.

Moreover, this Dragon Fault has been reserved by Gang Leader Qi."

Zhao Wujiang exhaled slowly and did not explain much:

"Then why is there still an auction?"

"Just follow the process and follow the rules." The old man in yellow robe shook his head and advised kindly:

"You have a promising future. There is no need to forcefully fight for this sword. Defeating Qin Chen is nothing. Once you offend Gang Leader Qi, the gains outweigh the losses."

"Thank you for reminding me, but I won't offend Gang Leader Qi." Zhao Wujiang put down the broken sword in his hand. His palm was also red, and the stinging pain kept lingering. He said loudly:

"Fifteen hundred taels of gold."

The old man in yellow robe frowned. This item was reserved by Qi Lin. It was pointless for Zhao Wujiang to argue with Qin Chen. He kindly advised Zhao Wujiang because he did not want Zhao Wujiang to offend Qi Lin, but he did not expect that Zhao Wujiang was a little overconfident.

He would not offend Qi Lin, who did he think he was? He was somewhat young and arrogant... The old man in yellow robe did not care anymore.

"Two thousand taels!" Qin Chen stared coldly at Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang stepped forward to check the broken sword. In his opinion, he was hesitating whether it was worth increasing the price or not.

When you are hesitant about whether it is worth it, it means you can't afford it. But Qin Chen is different. When he buys something, he doesn't need to look at the price because he can afford it.

Let me see how long you can keep up your pretense and compete with me for money. You are a poor man!

Qin Chen quoted the price without hesitation.

Before Zhao Wujiang could respond, an extremely cold voice suddenly sounded in the room:

"enough!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw two people walking in at the door. It was Feng Yuncai, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and Qi Lin, the leader of the Dijiao Gang.

"I've met President Feng, and I've met Gang Leader Qi."

Many old patrons said hello one after another. They were all well-known figures in Kyoto and they met often on weekdays.

Qin Chen's eyes flashed with panic, and he quickly bowed and said:

"See the president, see the leader of Qi."

Qi Lin and Feng Yuncai had been watching at the door for a while. They also saw the bidding scene between Zhao Wujiang and Qin Chen. And just when they were upstairs, the reporter also reported Qin Chen's malicious behavior of raising prices against Zhao Wujiang.

Feng Yuncai and two others were killed.

"Are you competing with me, Brother Zhao, for this sword?" Qi Lin said lightly, casually glancing at Qin Chen.

With just a glance, Qin Chen felt the sword intent sweeping over him. What shocked him even more was that Qi Lin called the young man named Zhao Brother Zhao.

How is it possible, how could he know Qi Lin, how could he be Qi Lin's brother... Qin Chen's liver and gallbladder were trembling. He looked at Feng Yuncai as if asking for help, and found that Feng Yuncai was also staring at him coldly.

Suddenly, his heart felt cold. He quickly bent down, buried his head deeply, and said in a panic:

"Gang Leader Qi, I didn't know he was your friend...I..."

"Do you know now?" Qi Lin's voice was slightly cold:

"get out."

"Yes, yes, yes." Qin Chen nodded hurriedly, his body trembling, and he did not dare to look at the people present again.

Qi Lin is the leader of the Dijiao Gang. He walks between black and white. If he offends Qi Lin, given his status, he will definitely die without a burial place.

The guests present were shocked and turned their attention to Zhao Wujiang.

"He is actually a good friend of Gang Leader Qi. What is the identity of this young man named Zhao?"

"Isn't this too humble and low-key? If he had moved out of Gang Leader Qi earlier, how would Qin Chen dare?"

"That's because Mr. Zhao is broad-minded and doesn't care."

"I am suddenly very curious as to what his original identity is..."

"..."

The old man in yellow robe on the stage also froze, and looked at Zhao Wujiang with eyes full of shock.

No wonder you were so confident that you would not offend Gang Leader Qi. It turns out that you and Gang Leader Qi are good friends, but... how is this possible? How did you become a good friend of Gang Leader Qi at such an age?

The scene from the opening of the auction flashed through the mind of the old man in yellow robe, and he became increasingly shocked.

This Zhao Wujiang must be no ordinary person. Being able to become a good friend of Gang Leader Qi is already a skill. But just now I heard it clearly. Gang Leader Qi clearly called him Brother Zhao... The old man in yellow robe narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zi Feifan, if you stay in the Chamber of Commerce...

"Brother Qi, President Feng." Zhao Wujiang cupped his fists and raised his hands when he saw Qi Lin approaching.

"How was your chat with Xue'er?" Feng Yuncai stroked his short beard and said with a warm smile. He appreciated this talented person who was valued by Qi Lin and had connections with the Dugu family more and more.
Chapter completed!