Wolves, Maces, And Blood novel Chapter 111

Luna Porter!

Machine 6 was in the front row of ten billion zone, far away from Sean. Sitting where Sean was, you could only see the top of the guy’s head. Even so, Sean recognized her right away.

Who else could she be but Luna Porter?

“Who’s that?”

Many of the two billion and one billion people in the back row didn’t know Luna Porter. Someone couldn’t help but say with indignation, “Isn’t it a sign of humiliation to bid a dollar on such an occasion?”

“Shh!”

Luna Porter was also known, and someone stopped the man, “Silence! Be careful! Out of the mouth comes evil!”

“No one who can sit in the ten billion zone is easy to mess with. Number six is Miss Porter from the capital city. I hear that she’s beautiful, but ruthless. If she hears what you just said, you’re dead!”

The man turned pale with fear, and then he swallowed hard, “The Porter family of the capital city…”

“Well.”

“We’d be honored to sit with miss Porter at the auction.”

In a flash, his anger evaporated and he became a flatterer.

Naturally, the middle-aged man with machine number 125 heared the whispers around him and learned Luna Porter’s identity. His eyelids twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he had eaten excrement all over again.

The countdown was soon down to the last ten seconds...

Two and a half billion!

The Sacred Sword seemed very important to the middle-aged man. Knowing Luna Porter’s identity, he hesitated and endured, but he still couldn’t resist, and directly added to 2.5 billion!

Beep!

There was another gasp from the crowd. A series of surprised eyes were projected toward the middle-aged man, and there were doubts, concerns, and even a bit of worship.

It was like they were saying, “Dude, you’re a real man!”

Good! Very impressive!

Luna Porter never looked back. The middle-aged man stared at the top of Luna Porter’s head, then reached out and wiped the sweat from his brow, praying silently, “Miss Porter, please let me have The Sacred Sword, and don’t raise the price any more…”

Two and a half billion and one! However, as soon as such an idea came into being, it was severely shattered by reality. The bidding price on the giant screen was renewed once again, and it was Luna Porter no. 6. She still basically added a dollar to the original price!

At this moment, the heart of the middle-aged man also broke.

He collapsed in his seat.

The astonished eyes around him focused on him again, as if to say, “Hold on, dude! Hold on! Be a man! When in front of a woman, a man must be hard!”

Raise it! Raise the price!

The middle-aged man took the mask and put it on his face. And he was thinking, “Raise it? You can fuck it! A bunch of motherfuckers who just like to watch! If you have any balls, stand up, raise the price, and be a man! I’m giving up anyway.”

“I quit!”

Seeing that, those around him were disappointed.

The 30-second countdown quickly zeroed out. They had a winner. The Sacred Sword was owned by Luna Porter. One of the workers came forward with a golden box, walked up to Machine 6 and traded with Luna Porter on the spot.

After the transaction, the staff left.

Luna Porter left the box, with The Sacred Sword in it, beside her. Then suddenly, without looking back, she said, “I know you.”

Everyone was stunned.

Who did she know?

Luna Porter continued, “The Sacred Sword, do you really want it?”

“Later, I will have the sword delivered to your house, but at a price of five billion. When you get back, get the money ready.”

Beep!

Everyone was shocked at her words. Luna Porter, it turned out, was talking to the middle-aged man whose machine number was 125.

She stole what others wanted for a dollar difference. And then, she just doubled the price and sold it to him?

Damn! What a fucking operation!

She earned 2.5 billion price difference in a few seconds. Was this the means and courage of Miss Porter of the Capital City?

She really had something for it!

It was only at this moment that the light suddenly fell on everyone present. Luna Porter didn’t really want The Sacred Sword, she wanted the first item to warn everyone, “Don’t rob me of what I like!”

Otherwise, at your own risk!

And the middle-aged man of machine number 125 was a vivid example!

All the people present were crafty scoundrels, who understood Luna Porter’s meaning. Then, in the following bidding process, a magical scene appeared. Luna Porter took three of the first 14 lots.

Each time, she was only one dollar ahead of the others.

And no one dared argue with her!

And then two and then three. After three times, the crowd got used to it. They couldn’t afford to mess with the Porter family of Capital City, so when Luna Porter participated in the auction, everyone stayed away.

The organizers did not claim the move was illegal. Luna Porter, on the other hand, didn’t embarrass the organizers. She always let others bid first, and when the price reached the actual value of the item, she finished the bidding.

Otherwise, if Luna Porter bid $501.1 million for the $500 million reserve price, and no one dared raise the price, the organizers would lose out.

Luna Porter was clearly aware of the host’s unusual background. Not even the Porter family of the Capital City dared to grab the host’s cake at auction.

Until…