"50 Million dollars!" An old man shouted. You're a slave and people were willing to pay hundreds of dollars just to take you.

The host was about to speak but a baritone voice interrupted.

"100 million dollars. Take it or leave it." A tall and intimidating man made a big bet.

The host laughed like a crazy psychopath, "O-One hundred million dollars?!" The man asked with full interest.

Arcturus nodded and gazed at you, his eyes were fixed on you and there was no emotion written.