Wang Zhong's bid surprised not only Keins but also the three women beside him, leaving them wide-eyed.
"Wang Zhong!"
Zhu Zhu Yun gritted her teeth, infuriated. After so much explanation, why hadn't he listened to a single word?
"What do you need this for?"
"Even if you plan to go to Geng Xin City later and have the divine craftsmen there see if they can forge it, aren't there other ores available?"
"Besides, Geng Xin City has all sorts of minerals, why are you so fixated on this one here!"
Zhu Zhu Yun shouted into Wang Zhong's ear, so angry she wanted to bite him.
Wang Zhong merely turned his head and chuckled dismissively, "An ore that can withstand a full-powered blow from a Soul Douluo without damage, such a miraculous treasure, how can I just hand it over so easily without studying it properly."
"Honestly, I really need this. Even if the other party is a Platinum Bishop from the Spirit Hall, I will still contend for it."
Although his tone was nonchalant, the determination within it was evident to all.
The three women could only sigh and stop their persuasion.
Keins' brow twitched slightly, his gaze falling upon Wang Zhong's location as he pondered, "That private room, it seems to belong to the Zhu family."
Behind him, a man stepped forward and replied obsequiously, "Bishop, that place is indeed the private room the Zhu family consistently uses."
With a cold sneer, Keins sat down on the sofa behind him, embracing two beautiful and voluptuous women on either side. His hands were restlessly caressing them.
The two women wore expressions of extreme reluctance and resistance, but due to Keins' status, they had to endure his unruly hands.
"The Zhu family, a man, could that person opposite be Yang Xiu Jie, that son-in-law?"
"Someone who can't even control his own household, when did he gain the guts to challenge me?" Keins sneered repeatedly, filled with disdain.
"Bishop, I don't think that man is Yang Xiu Jie."
"Instead, he somewhat resembles a friend of the Zhu family's four young ladies!"
The man who had replied earlier glanced at Wang Zhong opposite them and the women behind him, making a bold guess.
"Oh, Lin Hao, how do you know that?"
Keins stood up, his gaze returning to the opposite side as he countered.
"Because of his eyes!"
"The man opposite, those emerald green eyes are too conspicuous. Yang Xiu Jie's eyes are not this color."
"Besides, the four people standing next to that man, the youngest one is clearly the Zhu family's youngest young lady, Zhu Zhu Qing. The other three can be easily identified as Zhu Zhu Yun, Zhu Zhu Ya, and Zhu Zhu Yi."
Lin Hao appraised Zhu Zhu Yun and the other two, his eyes carrying a lecherous glint.
Every woman of the Zhu family could be described as a siren, the embodiment of desire. Their exaggerated and fiery figures, any man would inevitably imagine the taste of embracing such a woman, pressing her beneath him.
A sudden surge of lust made Lin Hao's mouth dry, and he had to avert his gaze, shifting his attention.
Noticing Lin Hao's discomfort, Keins teased, "Oh, Lin Hao, which of the Zhu sisters have caught your eye? You're… well, exhibiting such behavior."
"Hahaha!"
Lin Hao chuckled, "The Zhu ladies, their naturally siren-like bodies, any man would be unable to help but think in that direction."
Keins nodded in strong agreement with these words, his gaze towards the opposite side now filled with lust, and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Although the auction hall was large, and both private rooms were opposite each other, the floor-to-ceiling windows were not for obstructing vision but for observing the auction items and buyers below.
Therefore, the floor-to-ceiling windows were completely transparent.
Furthermore, Wang Zhong and the four Zhu family members were Soul Masters with excellent eyesight.
Keins' actions and expressions were clearly visible.
"Disgusting!" Zhu Zhu Yun turned and retreated behind the window, sitting down on the sofa. Her delicate face was covered in frost, and the cold beauty she displayed upon their first meeting in the carriage reappeared.
"Disgusting."
"That old bastard!"
Zhu Zhu Ya echoed the same words, then hugged Xiao Zhu Qing close, also retreating to the sofa, not wanting even Zhu Qing to be seen by such a person. Zhu Zhu Yi, on the other hand, uttered a curse on the spot and then also retreated to the sofa.
The actions, expressions, and tones of the three women were filled with extreme revulsion.
With his hands behind his back, Wang Zhong's gaze towards Keins grew increasingly unfriendly.
Setting aside everything else, this scene alone gave Wang Zhong the urge to kill him.
You, a dignified Platinum Bishop, with an extraordinary status and position within the Spirit Hall, could be considered the representative of the Spirit Hall in the Star Luo Empire!
Such a lecherous and lustful demeanor was a complete disgrace to the Spirit Hall, trampling the glory and nobility of the Spirit Hall underfoot!
"This old thing, he's courting death!"
Wang Zhong's hands clasped into fists behind his back, his cold and icy voice causing Zhu Zhu Yun and the other three to tremble inexplicably.
They stared at Wang Zhong's figure standing with his hands behind his back by the window, their eyes shining with something that made their hearts flutter, their brilliance bright and luminous.
The young man stood straight with his hands behind his back, his tall and strong body casting a long shadow in the lamplight. His long hair was tied in a bundle falling to his waist, his slightly furrowed brow and increasingly cold emerald eyes exuded a chill that pierced the heart and a captivating tranquility.
Yet, this coldness did not make the four of them feel uncomfortable or distant. Instead, they felt an irresistible urge to draw closer, to experience the warmth hidden beneath that coldness.
Staring fixedly at Wang Zhong's back, Zhu Zhu Yun, Zhu Zhu Ya, and Zhu Zhu Yi all unconsciously stood up at the same time. When they realized it, they quickly sat back down.
The three sisters looked at each other, then guiltily turned their heads away, each with a strange expression on their face.
Compared to the restraint of the three sisters, Zhu Zhu Qing, still young, had no such reservations. She trotted to Wang Zhong, extended her arms, and acted coyly.
"Brother Wang Zhong, hug me!"
Wang Zhong blinked, then smiled and embraced the little kitten who wanted a hug, gently stroking her head and asking softly, "Little Zhu Qing, what's wrong?"
Zhu Zhu Qing did not answer, only wrapped her arms around Wang Zhong's neck, buried her head in his shoulder, and gently rubbed his cheek, humming, "Warm."
Hearing this from beside his ear, Wang Zhong chuckled and rubbed her tender little face, making her giggle.
"So envious."
Looking at Zhu Qing's actions, Zhu Zhu Yun, Zhu Zhu Ya, and Zhu Zhu Yi's expressions held a nameless longing!
They were like little cats waiting to be petted.