The Beautiful Host of the Auction

Inside the fifth VIP room, the crown prince punched the thick wall of the room that was made from a combination of several precious metals. 

Bang!

A dull banging sound echoed inside the fifth VIP room.

"That fucking bastard! He hid himself so well! Now, even emperor father is so close to him. Dammit!" 

The crown prince's strength carried no true essence and it only contained his raw physical power, so it didn't leave any noticeable damage to the wall. 

His fist bled, but the crown prince's face remained cold as he stood rooted in his spot. 

The third prince and the second prince sneered in their hearts after seeing this, but the both of them put on a consoling look as they swiftly calmed their brother. Both their faces were full of worry, and anyone would surely believe that they were close. However, only the three of them knew that this was merely an act.