Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Chu Tian's face instantly became gloomy.

Standing up and looking ahead, I want to see who has the courage to spend a lot of money.

"Fuck, who is it? Are you here to find fault and fight against me?"

"One hundred and sixty million!"

Chu Tian raised his sign and shouted again.

Only then did the auctioneer get out of the shock, shaking his head to wake himself up as soon as possible: "No. 250, 100 million times."

Zhu Mo said lightly to the red smoke beside him: "Add more."

"2 million." Hong Yan raised his sign.

The auctioneer clutched his heart, gasped and said in a trembling voice: "No. 1, 2 million!"

Their eyes led everyone present to turn to Chu Tian who hadn't had time to sit down yet.

Although this painting is expensive, it shouldn't be so expensive.

Chu Tiantian smiled, staring at the seat in front of which the sign was raised just now, gritted his teeth and shouted, "3 million!"

This time it really cost money.

My heart is bleeding, I thought I could win this painting with a maximum of [-] million.

Unexpectedly, it was [-] million more than expected, which made Chu Tian's heart ache.

Although I have a lot of money, I can't afford such a waste.

"I want to see how rich you are." Chu Tian stared at the front with a pair of cold eyes.

Wu Xi patted his forehead and shouted: "It's over, the leader is really completely insane! Following him means that I will be bad luck for eight lifetimes."

"One time for 3 million! Two times for 3 million!"

The auctioneer was so excited that his whole body was burning hot, and he looked at seat No. [-] with fiery eyes.

The raised hammer is about to fall.

Chu Tian snorted coldly, and was about to sit back in his seat.

Zhu Mo, who was sitting in the front row, said lightly: "Add more, be more ruthless."

Hong Yan nodded in agreement, and held up the number plate.

The hammer in his hand was almost a few millimeters away from falling, and the auctioneer looked at the red smoke expectantly.

"10 billion." Hong Yan said lightly.

"Damn it! What kind of immortal is that No. [-], I think it's really crazy?"

"Today's trip was really worth it."

Everyone sighed excitedly, although it wasn't what they called, but it was enough to make their blood boil.

I really don't know what kind of character adds money to the auction like playing a house.

The auctioneer almost slumped on the ground. He was short of breath and shouted with all his strength: "No. 1, 10 billion!"

Zhu Mo looked at the red smoke beside him in disbelief.

Hong Yan pouted aggrievedly and said, "Did I add too much? Master..."

Zhu Mo, Zhou Lu and Xiang Fan who were sitting next to her looked at her in astonishment almost at the same time.

Zhu Mo waved his hand and said, "No... not much at all, you did a great job, Hongyan."

She tilted her head and muttered to herself: "It's really scary for a woman to be ruthless."

I thought that Hongyan would increase to 5 million, but I didn't expect the export to be 10 billion.

It was true that Zhu Mo was frightened, and of course it was a little bit frightened.

Isn't it just one billion?

Just ask my second brother to reimburse me when I go back!

Chutian's whole body was numb as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stared at the front with bewilderment.

Swallowing saliva, spit out between teeth: "Keep an eye on that No. [-], we bought it for free. Just change it to grab it!"

The subordinates sitting around him nodded, and cast their stern gazes on the seats in front of them.

"No. 1, the 10 billion bid was successful!"

"Now pay immediately and get the goods." Zhu Mo said lightly to Hong Yan beside him.

Hong Yan got up and went directly to the stage to have a brief exchange with the auctioneer.

The corner of the auctioneer's mouth kept twitching, he raised the microphone and whispered:

"Well, everyone, wait a moment. The boss of No. 1 is going to pay now, and we will operate it right away..."

What kind of God of Wealth did he bump into today, and things are going in such an outrageous direction.

"What the hell is he doing up front?" Chu Tian scolded with his hands in his arms.

After a while, the auctioneer handed the painting to Hong Yan with both hands.

Hong Yan stepped off the stage and handed the painting to Zhu Mo.

After Zhu Mo took it with one hand, he slowly stood up and turned to the back.

"Zhu Mo?" Chu Tian stood up abruptly, with murderous look in his eyes.

Seeing the leader get up, all the Red Sword mercenaries stood up aggressively, as if they were about to rush forward to fight at any time.

"Heh... so it's you again, I said who would dare to fight against me Chutian."

"Shiyu, you go first...En? Where's Shiyu?"

Chu Tian, ​​who originally wanted Liu Shiyu to leave, realized that Liu Shiyu beside him had long since disappeared.

Sun Fei, who was a seat away, spread her hands: "I didn't notice either..."

Zhu Mo watched as Chu Tian opened the frame of the painting he just bought, and pulled out the famous painting worth a billion dollars.

Then, in front of Chu Tian, ​​he was slowly torn in half, and thrown on the ground like waste paper.

Chu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and strong anger and resentment surged in his heart.

"Oh...Zhu Mo, you actually dare to come to your door to die. Wouldn't it be too disrespectful to kill you?"

"Zhu Mo, don't even think about getting out alive today!" Chu Tian arrogantly stepped on the chair in front of him, pointing at Zhu Mo and grinning.

"What are you waiting for?" Zhu Mo raised his head and glanced at the audience coldly.

Mo Wei who was hiding in the venue all got up and stared at Chu Tian and his party with murderous intent.

The people who came to the auction found that the situation was not good, and they got up and ran away in shock.

Perhaps because they were afraid of endangering their own safety, thousands of people dispersed in less than a minute.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the gate.

A man with a short hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth led dozens of people to barge in and block the door.

This man is none other than Qiao Heng, the second brother's subordinate who went to Longshi to subdue him.

Beside him are Zhai Xin and Zhai Miao, who have not been breakthrough saints for a long time.

And there are more unfamiliar faces.

A tall, thin man in a blue sportswear and gold-rimmed glasses.

It is estimated that it is Lu Yunshan, the veteran saint with the oldest qualifications and the strongest strength under the second brother.

It is said that he once fought against the three generals under his elder brother. The strength of the two was evenly matched, and it ended in a draw.

"Close the door, close the door and beat the dog!" Qiao Heng ordered.

Several people under his command immediately closed the gate tightly.

Chu Tian saw that the road behind was blocked, and his face was ugly, so he knew that he had become a turtle in the urn.

"Okay...you two brothers join forces to get rid of me?"

Although there were no waves on his face, there were turbulent waves in Chu Tian's heart.

The current situation is really bad.

Originally, there was no certainty of victory against Zhu Mo and his Mo Wei, but now they were blocked by Zhu Chi's men.

The two brothers Zhai Xin and Di Miao are not to be feared, and Qiao Heng can't keep himself.

But the man in the sportswear looked not so easy to deal with, and it was probably impossible to break through.

Wu Xi shouted frantically: "It's over, it's over, I'm afraid I have to explain this place today!"

"This time is probably the biggest crisis in the history of the Red Sword mercenaries!"