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The purple light seemed like a spirit in the air, constantly flapping its wings, with specks of light blue swirling around it. Suddenly, a dozen dancing figures revealed their proud faces from mid-air.
Lying comfortably on the sofa, Zheng Yifan felt for the first time what it was like to live as a wealthy person in this apocalyptic world.
Of course, in Han Rui's words, such a lifestyle was merely that of the showy bosses of workshops, a far cry from the true aristocrats and tycoons.
However, in the apocalypse, this was already a rare enjoyment.
Han Rui pursed her lips and gently sipped her coffee, authentic Civet Coffee, which had become quite rare in the apocalypse. It was only because Zheng Yifan had booked a private room that they were served two cups.
Zheng Yifan pushed all the Civet Coffee towards Han Rui. Just the name made him feel nauseous; he had no fondness for this type of coffee, knowing where it came from. No matter how good it tasted, he would politely decline.
“Giggling.” Han Rui lightly took another sip of her coffee, her tongue curling as she licked her lips. “You really don’t know how to enjoy life. Such a good thing is now scarce; every cup counts.”
Zheng Yifan could only continue to look up at the figures swirling above him like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, forcing himself not to think about where this coffee came from; otherwise, he would be unable to hold back his urge to vomit.
The Luxury VIP Room was already filled with goods; over thirty large boxes were piled in the corner. The curiosity within Han Rui was overflowing as she wondered what could be inside that gave Zheng Yifan such confidence.
“Curious?” Zheng Yifan looked at Han Rui beside him, a faint smile on his face.
Han Rui nodded. “I want to know what makes you so confident.”
“Just open it and take a look; just make sure no one else sees,” Zheng Yifan replied with a nod.
Time passed second by second as Han Rui opened each box and resealed it. Her face remained calm and unperturbed, as if nothing was worthy of her special exclamation.
With a mix of surprise, skepticism, and satisfaction in her gaze, she glanced at Zheng Yifan before silently returning to the sofa to savor her rich coffee.
Looking at the Gladiatorial Arena in front of her, the glass wall was the most striking feature in the entire room. Through the Glass Wall, it felt as if the arena had been pulled right in front of her.
On the Glass Wall, a high-definition television image flickered, showcasing the arena. There were only fifty private boxes in total, and only the guests in these fifty boxes were eligible to bid on the Butchers.
The television screen displayed these Butchers—fifty in total—ensuring that every box could acquire a Gladiator.
"You can start bidding now. The starting price is only 1,000 Zombie Crystal s; that's quite cheap," Han Rui said with a smile.
Zheng Yifan nodded. "The information on the table states that typical Gladiator auction prices range from 10,000 to 20,000. If a Gladiator swears loyalty to their buyer, it can even rise to 50,000 Zombie Crystal s. This price has already made many Big Shots wince."
He then pointed at the bidding prices displayed on the screen. "But today is different; no one is foolish. The stakes are life and death today; they know that. Bidding on them is like throwing money into the ocean. Bloody Storm profits from gambling bets, not from auction sales. Just look at the betting amounts being reported below; they have already surpassed twice what they used to be."
This year's competition featured many new betting methods with various gameplay options, with the highest Odds being 500 times for betting on a single Gladiator's victory while also predicting the correct number of kills and the time frame for the battle's conclusion.
Such gameplay was nearly impossible to win, yet people still placed casual bets of one or two Zombie Crystal s, much like buying a two-dollar lottery ticket, hoping to be that lucky winner of five million.
"How many Zombie Crystal s have you exchanged? That should be enough to bid on all of them," Zheng Yifan asked as he glanced at Han Rui before focusing on something resembling a laptop in front of her.
"The Bidding Device shows that I've exchanged a total of 0 million Zombie Crystal s—one ton of salt and one ton of sugar—at a reasonable price, although it's slightly below market value," Han Rui replied as she shook the Bidding Device in her hand and lightly tapped it a few times. Zheng Yifan watched as all Gladiator prices instantly surged to 100 Zombie Crystal s.
"To think you can select all, the features are quite comprehensive. You are fully responsible for today's auction; I only need the results." Zheng Yifan smiled as he opened the bottle of Nutritional Fast Lane, taking several large gulps.
The auction prices were fluctuating, with a minimum bid increase of 100 Zombie Crystal s. Many participants were casually placing bids to test the waters, but only three Gladiators' prices were continuously rising.
Madman, Blue Lightning, and Giant Axe.
The prices of the three Gladiators had already surpassed 1,000 Zombie Crystal s, with the most favored Blue Lightning reaching 8,000 Zombie Crystal s and still climbing. Meanwhile, the other Gladiators' prices remained between 10 and 1,000.
With half an hour left until the auction ended, Zheng Yifan comfortably lounged on the luxurious sofa, completely entrusting the bidding to Han Rui. His sole purpose was to secure all Butchers.
The VIP lounge was the most secure area of the Bloody Storm Arena. Anyone daring to provoke or cause trouble would be blacklisted by the entire Gathering Place and could even face severe punishment. Thus, incidents involving spoiled rich kids showing off were nonexistent.
In a nearby VIP lounge, a young man yawned while draped in a bathrobe. Three alluring women were sprawled across his lap, attending to him. The trio included a Caucasian woman, an Asian woman, and a Black woman—all present.
The room was filled with over a dozen beautiful women catering to him, while twenty bodyguards stood at the entrance, all top-notch fighters.
"Madman, Blue Lightning, and Giant Axe—these three are highly recommended by Black Uncle. They care deeply about their relatives and friends pledged to Black Uncle and can be utilized for my Suicide Squad to amass great wealth," the young man said as he gently kissed the cherry lips of a bunny girl in front of him. A few drops of aged red wine mixed with her saliva flowed into his mouth. "The investment cap is 20,000 each; after all, this year's difficulty has increased. Whether they can survive is still a question. Although Black Uncle always has one or two Lucky Ones, who knows if it's going to be these three."
"Yes, Guo Shao," replied a woman beside him holding a Bidding Device and a thick Gladiator introduction book. She nodded slowly before marking Blue Lightning, Madman, and Giant Axe as items of interest and gradually pushing their prices up to 10,000 Zombie Crystal s. Then she awaited the end of the auction before watching the matches and finally participating in a semi-charitable auction item to showcase her noble spirit and "overflowing" kindness.
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