In private room number three, Carlod, the third young master of the Ross family, was so angry that his face turned red and veins bulged on his forehead.

He slammed the drink in his hand on the table in anger.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the wine splashed everywhere, making a mess around, and also scared the several female companions he brought with him, making them turn pale and scream in terror.

Carlod waved angrily to the guards, who hurried forward.

Carlod whispered a few words in his ear. Although his voice was small, it revealed an unquestionable ruthlessness.

The guard nodded slightly, accepted the order, and quickly turned and left the private room. Meanwhile, the auction was still going on fiercely.

Carlod stared intently at the cores of the powerful warriors displayed on the stage, as if he wanted to see through them. Then he shouted at the top of his voice, "Six and a half million!"

The voice, filled with anger and unwillingness, echoed in the auction hall.

"Haha, it seems the rumors are true, Third Young Master. Then it's even more impossible for me to let you get these cores."

"I'll add another 7.5 million. Sorry, Third Young Master."

In private room number two, the man spoke slowly with a smile, his words full of teasing and provocation.

Carlo Ross was so angry that he was shaking all over. He looked viciously at the private room No. 2 next to him, with hatred surging in his heart.

He never imagined that someone would dare to openly oppose him in this small auction house and not take the Ross family seriously at all.

He secretly vowed to find out who was behind this and make the other party pay a heavy price.

The other bidders in the auction hall were all attracted by this fierce bidding battle.

Everyone knows that the Ross family has a huge influence in the trading star world. If they stomp their feet, the entire star field will tremble.

But the mysterious man in private room number two seemed to be extremely brave.

Not only did he dare to challenge the third young master of the Ross family, but he also raised the price so decisively every time, leaving the other party no chance to breathe.

Everyone was wondering what this man relied on or whether he was just here to cause trouble.

Mirabelle stood on the stage, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

This fierce bidding scene was exactly what she expected, which would not only drive up the price of the auction items but also make the auction more eye-catching.

She smiled and said in a clear voice, "Private Room 2 is offering 7.5 million star coins. Third Young Master of the Ross Family, Private Room 3, are you going to raise the price further?"

The entire auction hall was silent, and everyone turned their eyes to private room number three, waiting for Carlod's response.

At this time, Carlod was taking the expedited intelligence from the guard. His eyes were burning with anger, and he couldn't wait to unfold the paper and read it carefully.

As his eyes moved quickly across the paper, his face became increasingly gloomy, and his already angry expression became even more distorted and hideous.

Not long after, with a "crash", Carlod threw the paper hard on the table. The paper drew an arc in the air and fell weakly to the ground.

Then, like a madman, he reached out and grabbed the trembling female companion next to him.

He gripped her arm tightly and uttered viciously, "I'm really angry now!"

After hearing this, the female companion squatted down and helped Carlod tie his shoe laces.

The anger in his heart was like a raging volcano, almost about to erupt.

From the intelligence, he learned the identity of the man in private room No. 2 who openly challenged him at the auction. He turned out to be the leader of a recently rising power.

There seems to be some complicated and ulterior motive behind this, no wonder he dares to go against the Ross family so unscrupulously.

The occurrence of this series of events was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Ross family. How could he, who had always been so arrogant, tolerate it?

In the auction hall, everyone was still waiting for Carlod's response. The atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

Mirabelle looked at the commotion in private room number three and felt a little uneasy, wondering what the third young master of the Ross family would do next.

She spoke again, trying to lighten the mood. "Third Young Master of the Ross Family, from Room 3, do you think this auction should continue?"

However, at this moment, Carlod had no intention of responding to her. His heart and eyes were filled with hatred and thoughts of revenge towards the man in private room number two.

As the blazing fire gradually released from the body.

Carlod tried hard to adjust his emotions. He took a deep breath, and the ferocity on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a seemingly calm expression.

He slowly spoke into the loudspeaker, "Since this friend is determined to get this core set, I won't fight for it and will just give it to him."

The words coming from room number three startled everyone present.

Especially the man in private room number two. He originally thought that Carlod would continue to fight to the end. After all, the people of the Ross family have always been domineering. He didn't expect that he would give in so easily.

Doubts suddenly arose in the man's heart: "Could it be..."

Countless speculations flashed through his mind in an instant, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something fishy about this matter.

Then, the man frowned, quickly took out his communicator, quickly fiddled with it with his fingers, and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, the man briefly described the situation here, then fell silent and just nodded continuously.

After a while, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have finished explaining the matter, and the man respectfully replied, "I understand."

Then hang up the communicator.

He cleared his throat and shouted to Mirabelle in the audience, "Milabele, what are you waiting for? Announce the results quickly. This core group belongs to me."

When Mirabelle heard this, she immediately put on her professional smile and said loudly, "Okay, congratulations to the guest in room number two."

"Lot 43 was purchased for 7.5 million star coins—ten stellar-level powerhouse cores and one hundred planetary-level powerhouse cores!"

Following Mirabelle's announcement, voices of admiration and regret rang out in the auction hall, and everyone was lamenting the dramatic development of this auction.