Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1394
Chapter 1394: Chapter 761: Wright Family Chapter 1394: Chapter 761: Wright Family Marveling at the Dragon Blood in his hands, he contemplated his next move. Unbeknownst to him, he had become the talk of the entire auction, each of his actions and each bid he made becoming juicy fodder for discussion among the people. This wave of discussion was destined to ripple for a long time.
In another private box, the atmosphere was as tense as the calm before a storm. One man's expression was particularly ugly, sitting on a luxurious couch with his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. His eyes flickered with anger and unwillingness, as if he couldn't accept the reality before him.
“Young master, we didn't win the Dragon Blood, how shall we explain this to the Family Head?” A servant stood trembling beside him, his voice quivering as he spoke. He knew all too well what failing this mission meant for the Family Clan and understood how terrible the young master's mood was at the moment.
The man known as the young master glared at the servant, his expression growing even uglier. He slammed the table abruptly, shouting angrily, “How should I know!” His voice was filled with frustration and helplessness, clearly dissatisfied with the outcome.
Startled by his outburst, the servant shuddered and hurriedly bowed his head, not daring to speak further. After a moment, he mustered up the courage to continue: “We received news that we only brought this much money, thinking it would be enough. But then, unexpectedly, this character appeared. Who exactly is sitting in that private box number three, having such a large hand, and moreover, constantly opposing us, competing with us for the Dragon Blood!”
Upon hearing this, the young master's brow furrowed tightly, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He said sternly, “Investigate! Find out immediately who that person in private box number three is! I want to see who dares to compete with me for items!”
The servant quickly nodded in agreement, but inwardly he muttered: The person in private box number three is so mysterious, it won't be easy to find out his identity.
The young master continued, “We thought we had a sure win, but it far exceeded our expectations. 70 million Spirit Stones, this price has already exceeded our expectations. If we want to buy it, we must report to the upper echelons of the Family Clan, and it would take a long time for the approval to come through layer by layer. But the auction can't wait; they want to see the Spirit Stones immediately.”
With these words, the young master's tone was full of helplessness and anger. He was fully aware of the impact this failure had on the Family Clan, and understood the criticism and punishment he would face. But what he found even harder to accept was being defeated by a mysterious character, which filled him with immense humiliation and anger.
The servant, observing the young master's expression, also felt uneasy. He knew that this matter wouldn't be easily resolved. The mysterious individual in private box number three was bound to become a thorn in their side, something they couldn't let go of.
Moreover, if the upper echelons of the Family Clan disagreed with allocating additional funds and he couldn't come up with the extra money to fill the gap, failing to secure the bid would lead to unimaginable consequences. Auctions aren't a joke; once blacklisted, participating in any auction activities on this Mainland in the future would be as difficult as reaching heaven. This not only concerned personal reputation but also the face and future development of the entire Family Clan.
A multitude of reasons intertwined, making these people dare not act rashly. They well understood that each step had to be taken cautiously, otherwise, a single mistake could lead to a total loss.
“Young master, it seems we still need to think of a solution.” A servant spoke cautiously, his voice carrying a hint of worry, “The Family Head instructed us to secure the Dragon Blood at all costs, as it's very important for us.”
The young master appeared markedly impatient, his eyebrows tightly knitted and a flash of irritation in his eyes. He waved his hand at the servant, saying irritably, “I know, I know it's important for the Family Clan, and I will think of a solution. Your urging is useless; do you think I'm not anxious?”
The servant saw the anxiety and helplessness on his face and silently sighed. He knew he shouldn't urge further, but he couldn't ignore the Family Head's orders. Finally, he closed his mouth and said no more.
The young master closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looked up towards private box number three, his gaze firm. He knew he couldn't just give up; he had to find a way to obtain that bottle of Dragon Blood.
After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, clenched his fists, his knuckles turning somewhat white. A resolute look gradually appeared in his eyes, as if he was prepared to pay any price.
“Steward,” the young master called out sternly, his voice undeniably firm, “have a few people keep a close watch on private box number three later. As soon as the person inside comes out, notify me immediately. No matter the cost, we must obtain that Dragon Blood. Even if it means tapping into some of the Family Clan's hidden resources, it's worth it.”
Upon hearing this, the steward shivered inside. He realized the young master had truly made up his mind, understanding the risks and costs involved. But he didn't say much, only silently nodded his head, indicating he would carry out the young master's commands.
Thus, a covert battle revolving around Dragon Blood quietly began. The young master and his subordinates started to prepare intensively, ready to act the moment the person in private box number three appeared. However, the mysterious individual in private box number three seemed oblivious to all this, still quietly sitting inside, appreciating the treasure in his hands.
Chapter end
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