C1185 Intense Fighting

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"One million!"

The sounds of bidding could be heard from the outside, and every time the price was raised, Moss' dry beard would tremble violently. After all, this was a business that he made with his own blood.

As for whether or not there would be a buyer at that time.

Haha, do you know what a black trader is? He is!

Find my a * s! If he was caught this time