On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen's words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding throughout every corner of the Bloody Mary Auction House.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute pressure that could penetrate the soul.

Arrogant!

overbearing!

Arrogant to the extreme!

The entire auction hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, and they were all silent, not daring to even breathe.

They looked at the Eastern man on the third floor, whose face was covered by a golden mask but who exuded a terrifying aura like a god or demon, and their eyes were filled with nothing but pure fear and awe.

This is no longer an auction.

This is a declaration of war!

This was the most direct and bloodiest declaration of hegemony issued to everyone present, to the entire new Batavia, and even to all potential powers on this sea!

Inside the private room on the second floor, the man in black was trembling violently.

Not because of anger, but because of... fear.

He could clearly feel the icy killing intent emanating from that Eastern man, a force so palpable it was almost tangible.

That was not a bluffing threat.

That's the kind of absolute confidence that only those in power who truly hold the power of life and death and regard human life as worthless possess!

He had no doubt that if he dared to utter another word, he and all his companions would be completely wiped off the face of the earth in the next second.

He was really scared.

He was just a low-level spy responsible for gathering intelligence, and he didn't want to bring such a mysterious and terrifying enemy, who could be described as "god-level," to the organization because of his momentary impulse.

"I...I give up."

After a long struggle in which his very soul trembled, he finally managed to squeeze out those three words through gritted teeth.

The voice was dry and hoarse, filled with endless humiliation and resentment.

"Wise choice."

Lin Zhen looked at the "rat" that had finally chosen to submit under his absolute pressure, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He knew that his "killing the chicken to scare the monkey" act had been very successful.

From this day forward, his reputation as the "Prince of Kunlun" will resound throughout the underground world of Neo-Batavia.

No one dared to provoke him anymore; he seemed foolish and rich, but was actually a more ruthless and terrifying dragon crossing the river than anyone else.

One million gold coins! Once!

"One million gold coins! Twice!"

"One million gold coins! Three times!"

"make a deal!"

After a brief, soul-stirring shock, the auctioneer on stage finally came to his senses.

He glanced at the mysterious man on the third floor with an almost pilgrimage-like gaze, filled with fervor and awe, at the man who had set the record for the highest price ever paid at Bloody Mary's auction house.

Then, with all his might, he struck the auction gavel.

The crisp sound seemed to bring a perfect end to this one-sided, overwhelming drama filled with money, violence, and power struggles.

……

Inside the private room, Murong Yan's phoenix eyes shone brightly, reflecting the profile of the man beside her.

She didn't say anything, but simply handed Lin Zhen a freshly poured glass of champagne to his lips.

This was her approval, silent yet more powerful than a thousand words.

"A bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world, not worth our time."

Lin Zhen finished his drink, affectionately pinched the tip of her upturned nose, and turned his gaze back downstairs.

The "broken piece of iron" was wrapped in layers of top-quality silk and respectfully presented by Manager Monkey himself.

Lin Zhen took it, his fingertips gently brushing across the charred fragment, and a faint light, visible only to him, flashed from within the fragment.

It became.

His strategy has now reached its most crucial point.

And on the auction stage, the last and most anticipated item of the evening was finally presented.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I know your hearts are still pounding!"

The auctioneer's voice was hoarse but excited; he needed to use passion to mask the trembling in his heart.

"But the real celebration is just beginning!"

He spread his arms wide, like a fanatical preacher.

"Next up is a 'living work of art,' an embodiment of a miracle!"

"It is also a priceless treasure that our great new Governor of Batavia, Lord Charles Harrington, specifically designated as a birthday gift for his most beloved daughter!"

The auctioneer paused deliberately, allowing the weight of the title "Governor" to linger in the air.

He suddenly waved his hand and shouted in an aria-like voice:

"A thousand-year-old snow mountain white tiger from the sacred Kunlun Mountains of China!!!"

As he spoke his inflammatory words, a massive cage made of the most sturdy black iron was laboriously pushed out from backstage by dozens of strong slaves.

Inside the cage, a magnificent tiger, much larger than an ordinary Siberian tiger, lay quietly, its body pure white without a single stray hair, its icy blue eyes filled with aloofness and wildness.

It exudes a powerful aura of royalty, and even when confined in a cage, it cannot conceal its supreme majesty that looks down upon the world.

When you see this mythical beast that seems to have stepped out of a legend.

The entire auction hall erupted in excitement once again!

Everyone's eyes were filled with a primal, possessive desire for this powerful and beautiful creature!

"Starting price! 100,000 gold coins! Each bid must be at least 10,000 gold coins higher! Bidding begins now!"

"One hundred and ten thousand!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"I'll offer two hundred thousand!"

The wealthy merchants and nobles present were all as excited as if they had been injected with stimulants, and they began to bid wildly.

They knew this was no longer just an auction for a rare pet.

This is also an excellent opportunity to express one's loyalty and financial resources to the Governor!

Who can buy this white tiger and give it to the governor's daughter?

Whoever does so will become the most sought-after favorite in the Governor's eyes!

The returns on this political investment are far greater than the money itself!

"Three hundred thousand!"

On the second floor, the French fat man, DuPont, who had been humiliated by Lin Zhen with his price before, raised his paddle again, seemingly trying to regain his dignity with this last item in the auction.

However, another calm voice came from a private room opposite him.

"Half a million."

Everyone looked and saw that it was a private room with the "East India Company" emblem on it.

Inside the private room, a man dressed in the uniform of a military officer from the Governor's Office sat upright with a polite but distant smile on his face.

He represents the will of the Governor's Office.

This price is both an auction and a declaration: the Governor's Mansion is determined to have this white tiger.

DuPont's face turned a deep shade of purple, but he dared not raise the price any further.

It's one thing to compete in wealth with a nouveau riche from the East; it's quite another to openly challenge the governor's authority.

He doesn't have the guts.

The military officer's offer instantly calmed the atmosphere.

Everyone understood that this was no longer a game they could participate in.

The auctioneer understood and immediately raised his gavel, his face beaming with a fawning smile: "Five hundred thousand gold coins! Anything higher? This is the best opportunity to show our respect to Lord Harrington!"

"Five hundred thousand per time!"

"Five hundred thousand twice!"

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled.

The "Kunlun Prince," who had acted like an outsider from beginning to end, made a move once again.

He didn't even glance at the white tiger.

He simply leaned lazily against the sofa, speaking slowly into the cold electronic microphone in a tone of indifference filled with disdain and contempt.

"Two million gold coins."

"Also, let me tell you about that damn governor."

"I think this kitten is alright, so I reluctantly bought it and gave it to my queen as a foot warmer."

"As for his daughter's birthday present..."

Lin Zhen's lips curled into a cold, domineering smile.

"Let him figure it out himself."