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Inside the vacuum chamber, the pale blue nutrient solution continued to circulate slowly. The girl with short silver hair and pale skin resembled a delicate, lifeless doll. Beneath her tightly closed eyes were not only heavy shadows but also incompletely healed needle marks—ugly scars left by mad science.

The guests below the stage ignored this. In their eyes, this was not a suffering life, but a high-level biological weapon numbered "S-07", a collectible that could satisfy their twisted desire for control.

"As you all have seen..."

The host's voice, delivered through bone conduction headphones, resonated in every seat, carrying a deliberately exaggerated excitement: "This is not merely a perfect biological carrier, but also equipped with 'Apocalypse' Biotechnology's latest gene-locking technology. Whether used as a bodyguard, a plaything, or a lab rat in your laboratory, she is an unparalleled masterpiece of art."

Starting price.

As the host raised his arm, the golden numbers on the holographic projection jumped wildly, eventually settling at a dizzying height.

"Thirty million interstellar coins."

A moment of silence fell over the hall, followed by a low murmur of commotion. This price was enough to buy the lives of an entire block of people in the slums.

"Thirty million! This gentleman has made the bid!"

"Forty million!"

"Fifty-five million!"

Bidding paddles lit up like mushrooms after rain throughout the hall. Each bid represented someone placing a bet on this gambling table called "Civilization." The greedy faces hidden behind masks and shadows appeared particularly ferocious under the light of the mahogany tables and crystal chandeliers.

Sitting in the shadows of the corner, Li Haotian gently stroked the cold, black bidding paddleboard with his fingers. The little black dog in his arms stirred restlessly, making soft clicking sounds in its throat, its eerie green eyes fixed on the other dog on the stage, displayed like an object. Li Haotian pressed down slightly on the dog's restless back; the warmth from his fingertips calmed the surging violence within him.

He didn't raise his sign immediately. He was waiting.

The price broke 100 million in just two minutes. It was a nauseating madness, as if bidding high enough could supersede morality and humanity.

"One hundred and twenty million! Anyone else bidding?" The host's voice was high-pitched and shrill, like conducting a symphony reaching its climax. "Goods of the S-07's caliber are extremely rare!"

"One hundred and fifty million."

A deep, resonant voice emanated from a private room on the second floor, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The lobby quieted down a bit; it seemed some people recognized the owner of the private room and dared not easily compete with him at this price point.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved the corners of Li Haotian's lips. It was the cold smirk of a hunter seeing his prey step into a trap.

"One hundred and fifty million once! One hundred and fifty million twice..."

Just as the gavel was about to fall, Li Haotian raised his sign. The movement was very light, without the slightest unnecessary sway, but in the host's eyes, it was like a piercing needle.

"Underground Hall 088, bid..."

Li Haotian looked at the host on stage who was pretending to be calm. His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the venue, carrying a casual and mocking tone.

"Two billion."

Dead silence.

The entire auction hall fell into a frozen, deathly silence.

Even the sound of breathing ceased. The once noisy air seemed to have been sucked out, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the silent man in the corner, like ducks being choked.

This wasn't just a bid increase; it was a slap in the face. Jumping from 150 million to 2 billion—this kind of bidding method is practically unheard of in the auction world.

The host's fake smile froze, and the holographic projection even stuttered for a moment. He clearly hadn't expected someone to try and sabotage the event in this way.

"Two...two billion?" The host's voice trembled slightly as he tried to ascertain if the customer had gone mad. "Sir, this isn't like buying cabbage. Are you sure this is your bid?"

"What, you think it's not enough?" Li Haotian tilted his head slightly, his fingers lightly tapping the table, making a series of crisp sounds. "Then I'll add a little more to make it a round number."

Before the host could speak, Li Haotian raised his sign again.

"Three billion."

This time, a collective gasp filled the hall. The wealthy individuals who had been whispering and speculating about the buyer's identity now looked at Li Haotian with wariness and shock. This wasn't a bidding war; it was blatant money-grabbing.

The previously imposing private room on the second floor has now fallen silent, clearly stunned by this almost insane way of raising prices.

"Sir," the host's voice finally lost its professionalism, the holographic projection magnified, and the virtual, exquisite face approached Li Haotian's position, a cold glint flashing in its eyes, "While we welcome competition, this malicious bidding is a provocation against the auction rules."

"Oh? Rules?" Li Haotian leaned back in his chair, looking languid, as if he'd heard a funny joke. "When you were trafficking people, did you ever talk about 'rules'?"

He didn't use a microphone, but his question landed precisely between the two price quotes, and thanks to his powerful voice, it clearly reached the ears of the people in the surrounding rows.

The guests who were excitedly bidding changed their expressions slightly; some frowned, and some showed displeasure.

The host had obviously heard him too. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and put on a forced smile again: "It seems that guest number 088 has a good sense of humor. Since you are so sincere, let's continue."

"Three billion, is there anything higher?" The host quickly scanned the audience, trying to regain control. "This price already far exceeds the market valuation of the S-07. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Li Haotian interrupted him.

Li Haotian slowly stood up. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, but the clothes could not conceal the murderous aura he exuded, aura emanating from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. With each step he took, the surrounding air pressure seemed to drop several degrees.

He looked at the vacuum chamber on the platform, at the girl in the liquid who seemed to sense something and whose eyelids trembled slightly, and the knife of "anger" in his heart tightened its grip.

"Unless you think this life isn't worth this piece of paper," Li Haotian said calmly.

He raised the sign again, this time with a resolute, judgmental gesture rather than a casual one.

"Fifty billion."

This time, the entire room erupted in uproar. Even the auctioneer, who was used to grand occasions, almost lost his grip on the gavel.

Five billion is enough to buy a medium-sized private armed force, enough to buy a sky garden floating in the clouds, but here it's just to buy an "experimental subject." This has transcended the realm of commerce and become a blatant display of wealth and a declaration of war.

Finally, the organizers realized something was wrong.

This wasn't buying anything. Every time this man raised his paddle, the price he announced felt like a boulder slamming into their faces. He didn't even care what the item was; he just wanted to push the price to an absurd level, a level that no one on the ship could afford, not even the organizers could handle.

He's here to cause trouble.

The holographic projection instantly turned blood red, the host's figure vanished, and in its place appeared a huge, flashing red warning sign. Immediately afterward, a deeper, colder, inhuman voice boomed from the dome, the voice of the ship's true controller—or rather, the highest-ranking administrator behind this auction.

"Sir."

The voice, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, echoed through the empty hall with a chilling aura, "Are you sincere? Or are you here to cause trouble?"

As the sound faded, the ornately decorated hidden doors around the auction hall slid open silently. A dozen guards dressed in black tactical vests and carrying heavy explosive rifles emerged without a sound. Though their guns were not raised, their menacing aura had already locked onto the man standing in the shadows.

The surrounding guests were so frightened that they quickly retreated to their seats, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire. What was originally a lively auction instantly turned tense.

Faced with this blatant threat, Li Haotian didn't even flinch.

He didn't even glance back at the dark gun barrels; he simply adjusted his cuffs, his movements as elegant as if he were attending a casual cocktail party. He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the crimson light of the holographic projection, looking directly into the eyes hidden behind the camera.

"To cause trouble?"

Li Haotian chuckled softly, the sound particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall. He strode forward, his boots striking the expensive marble floor with a dull, drum-like thud.

"You sell people like pigs and dogs, and flaunt evil as a commodity. This place itself is a mess that deserves to be smashed."

He stopped and stood in the center of the hall, like a steel nail driven into the heart, unmoved by the pressure coming from all directions.

"This 5 billion is not for you."

Li Haotian's voice was calm, yet it clearly penetrated everyone's ears, carrying a chilling confidence.

"I'm just here to confirm whether you're really alive to spend this money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the bidding paddle in his hand to the ground.

"Snapped!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the silence, like the first gunshot of this bloody feast.