Before the auctioneer finished speaking, someone in the audience exclaimed, "Holy crap, is this real? This is the best running script in the world. How can I…"

Suddenly, the young man who was speaking stopped talking because the elder next to him had covered his mouth angrily.

But it was too late.

The auctioneer's face was a little grim. He stared at the young man, pointed at him, and said, "You, get out!"

The young man's expression changed and he became a little angry.

An elder beside him immediately stood up, saluted with both hands, and said apologetically, "Master Wang, this is my son's first time attending an auction. I didn't discipline him properly. Please forgive him this time. I am willing to donate 100 million to your clan as compensation."

He offered 100 million yuan just to be forgiven.

Tang Xiaobao was speechless.

They are all rich people!

One hundred million for a chance to be forgiven, this deal is not a loss.

The auctioneer was merciless: "Without rules, there will be no order. Since you are so sincere, I will not punish you. I will just kick him out. Come on!"

The two disciples of the Divine Sword leaped a few times and surprisingly mastered the art of lightness. In a blink of an eye, they were beside the young man, and one of them grabbed one of his hands and dragged him out.

The young man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he didn't even dare to struggle or resist. However, the elder in his family breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

As long as there is no punishment, it will be fine. This place is not like the outside secular world. No matter how high your status or how powerful you are, it is useless. Here, you can be killed or disabled at will. If they ask for your hand, you can't even stretch out your foot. The law enforcement of the Divine Sword Sect is more deterrent than the police outside.