The hall, which had been dead silent, erupted in an uproar in the next instant. The hated, arrogant, snide auctioneer. The Fengyu who always toyed with people and did whatever he pleased—now, they could get their hands on him. They could settle old scores. They could make him do whatever they wanted. Mixed with such expectations and malice, voices rose one after another from all over the hall.

"The winning bidder of this item will be granted ownership of Mr. Fengyu." A flat, emotionless announcement echoed through the frenzied hall. "How the item is treated after the auction is left entirely to the winning bidder's discretion. The subject's own will will not be considered."* The moment those words were heard, the smile vanished from Fengyu's face.