Although Charles masqueraded as one hobnobbing with European nobility in the art world, at his core, he was still a Chinese.
And when faced with his country's curse words, could he possibly not understand?
Yet, even so, Charles's face remained filled with an elegant smile, after all, he was currently presiding over an auction on stage, he couldn't very well point at someone in the audience and start cursing, could he?
Moreover...
Heh heh.
What could cursing me possibly accomplish?
They were nothing more than rustics from Hua Nation, having spewed threatening words and seeing no effect, they were left with nothing but impotent rage to vent their inner frustration and discontent.
In short, these two appeared particularly low-class in Charles's eyes.
"Turns out, I had overestimated them, heh heh..."
With an inward sneer, Charles redirected his attention, sweeping his gaze across the entire venue—
Right now, the main event was unfolding.