The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 132

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have four Quintessence Elixirs tonight. They will be auctioned separately. Starting bid is one hundred million dollars. Minimum increment is one million dollars. Let's begin!"

Hazel announced the start of bidding from the stage.

"One hundred million dollars!"

"One hundred fifty million dollars!"

"Two hundred million dollars!"

"Two hundred thirty million dollars!"

The room erupted in frantic bidding.

The value of Quintessence Elixirs was off the charts. Pills that could directly boost a martial artist's cultivation level? Priceless.

And the fact that one pill could catapult a Level 9 Hidden Sect Realm cultivator straight to Transformed Sect Grandmaster? That was the real draw. Everyone knew exactly what a Transformed Sect Grandmaster meant for a family.

The auction floor was on fire. Stefan sat motionless, inwardly stunned. He hadn't expected Quintessence Elixirs to cause this much frenzy.

Back when he'd bought ingredients at the Elixirs Dispensary on Ancient Dragon Street, he'd spent about thirty million dollars and ended up with fifteen Quintessence Elixirs and eleven Meridian Opening Elixirs.

Now one Quintessence Elixir was selling for enough to recoup his costs several times over—and then some.

But it made sense. Alchemists were rare these days. Few knew the formulas or could successfully refine elixirs like the Quintessence Elixir. Scarcity plus efficacy—of course, people would fight over them.

Megan glanced at Nina. It was odd—Nina hadn't bid at all. Megan knew Nina practiced martial arts. Quintessence Elixirs should be exactly what she needed.

So why isn't she interested?

Megan frowned. Nina's expression was calm, showing no intention of bidding. She decided to ignore it. Megan needed these elixirs too—the Spencer family had martial artists.

She raised her paddle, ready to bid.

Then a jolt ran through Megan's voluptuous frame. Someone had taken her hand.

She turned. It was Stefan. But he wasn't looking at her—his gaze fixed on the stage, as if nothing had happened.

Megan bit her lip, unsure what this meant.

Stefan's right index finger was tracing a single word into the palm of her left hand.

No? He doesn't want me bidding? Why?

Could it be... these Quintessence Elixirs up for auction are his doing?

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