Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 462

In a box, an Indian with glasses was chatting with the owner of the coyote dogfight ring. His neck was shaking, he kept gesticulating, and communicated with the Maozi beside him in English with an accent. The performance of Cerberus on the field.

Seeing the appearance of this Shiba Inu, the Indian's eyes lit up, and he took out his portable notebook, and recorded something in it from time to time.

The boss on the side had his heart in his throat, and asked tremblingly with his tongue out, "Commissioner Burke, is there... any problem with this hellhound?"

"No, no, no," the Indian waggled his fingers and lazily stuffed the notebook back into his pocket: "Mr. Alexander, this is a failure. It uses dragon blood that has been refrigerated for a long time. Obviously, the concentration of the dragon blood is too high. The body is ruined, the life span is less than two months, and there is no combat effectiveness."

The boss winked at the waiter next to him, who walked out without saying a word, Alexander turned to look at Burke, and said in a pleading tone: "Commissioner Burke, you don't know how difficult it is here, Most of the goods in this batch are small dogs, which cannot be sold at any price.”

"Then I can't help it." Burke shrugged: "The biology department is doing pharmaceutical experiments recently, and there is a greater demand for small dogs."

The Indian seemed to have thought of something, and reminded: "In a few months, the shelter will be closed. If you want to come in, you have to raise money quickly."

A trace of disdain flashed in Alexander's eyes, but he said yes, but in his heart he dismissed the group of lunatics who were building shelters in the North Pole.

Things like doomsday are too far away for him, a guy who runs a casino, so he naturally doesn't like the theory of doomsday faction.

At this moment in the auction house, Lu Mingfei looked at the lazy Shiba Inu on the screen, but the voice of the little devil kept ringing in his ears. A dog's birth speaks of its death.

Lu Mingfei casually fiddled with the bidding device in his hand, sliding his fingers over the numbers on it one by one. At this moment, the auction of Shiba Inu encountered a cold spot. This medium-sized dog was not popular, and the auction fell into a stalemate for a while.

Lu Mingfei held the bidder in his hand, and was a little irritated by the chattering whispers. He picked up the bidder in his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows, trying to relieve the headache caused by the whisper. Let's say "beep!"

"No. 218, bid 100 million."

The sound of the machine reverberated in the audience. Before Lu Mingfei could react, he saw Finger staring at him with the look of a prodigal son on his face. He put down the bidder in his hand, and there were three numbers on it:
"218"

"What's wrong with you," Fingel whispered to Lu Mingfei, "What's going on suddenly?"

The whispers that bothered Lu Mingfei disappeared at the moment he bid. He shook his head, feeling that everything around him was a little unreal. Turning his head, Fingel looked at his face worriedly.

"It's okay," Lu Mingfei forced a smile, "I just think this dog is destined for me."

Fingel looked at Lu Mingfei who was shaking his head, and suddenly smiled: "If that's the case, then I'll take a gamble with you."

As he spoke, he pressed a few times on the bidder, and the mechanical sound spread throughout the dogfighting arena: "No. 219, bid 500 million."

The whole venue is noisy, 500 million is already the price of a champion dog, and the Cerberus is simple to manufacture, the cost is cheap, and the life span is short. Because of this, it is difficult to raise the price. Buying a dog with 500 million is difficult to achieve results. The medium-sized dog almost pressed the words "injustice" on its forehead.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by the big German man in a suit. They discussed each other's identity and guessed Finger's origin, but Lu Mingfei, who had bid before, was ignored.

"Where did you get so much money?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice.

Fingel shrugged: "It's not that I'm rich, it's that you are rich. I took your card, forgot?"

It was only then that Lu Mingfei remembered that he had given his small treasury to Fingel before, so he could only keep his mouth shut, watching with distress that his wife had turned into a slack-looking Shiba Inu.

"Relax," Fingel patted Lu Mingfei on the back: "Trust your intuition, sometimes this thing is very accurate, especially for you."

The higher the bloodline level, the more terrifying the intuition, especially when facing things related to one's own bloodline, Kassel College often uses the spiritual vision of high-bloodline people to solve some mission problems.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's dazed look just now, he obviously entered the state of spiritual vision, so there is obviously something special about that dog. Fingel believed in Lu Mingfei's intuition, and asked in a low voice:

"What are you going to name this dog?"

"Zero..." Lu Mingfei was about to say Zero, but soon realized that the name seemed inappropriate. He paused before saying, "Let's call it Little Devil."

"It's an interesting name. I didn't even know you liked Game of Thrones." Fingel said with a smile, "Go and place a bet. It's up to you whether you can get back the money this time."

Lu Mingfei followed Finger, and neither of them was talking. The less people talk in this kind of place, the lower the possibility of exposure.

In the preparation room, Lu Mingfei and Finger saw the Cerberus they just bought. Looking at the dog's face covered in scales, Lu Mingfei was a little startled, and then saw the Shiba Inu paralyzed in the cage crawling. Standing up, those golden eyes fixed on the boy in front of him.

On the other side, Fingel communicated with the administrator of the Colosseum in Russian with a German accent, took out a card and handed it to the other party, as if discussing the matter of betting in the game, seeing the humble attitude of the administrator, The amount of bet is probably not small.

"It's quite powerful, and it must be a cherished pet in the game." On the way back, Lu Mingfei said in a low voice: "If the mission is over, it's okay to be a pet."

"Believe me, no one wants to keep that thing as a pet, it will only pounce on you after tearing the enemy's throat," Fingel glanced at Lu Mingfei: "That hellhound won't live long, Dragon The blood has eroded his body, and you should know the final result even if I don't tell you."

Lu Mingfei chuckled, what will happen after being eroded by dragon blood? The professor showed them in the biology class that those dragon blood subspecies turned into some kind of twisted monsters, with twisted tissues growing out of their bodies. Consuming his own life in the final roar, turning into a mass of flesh and blood exuding a foul smell.

In the arena, people were yelling at the arena. The auction had ended during the time the two left. Now there is a terrible battle in the arena, and the focus of the battle is that this competition is most likely to become Champion rookie.

It was a hellhound called "Killer Whale". With a body as big as a cheetah, it was invincible in battle. When Lu Mingfei returned, it was biting the opponent's body, and a piece of flesh and blood flew out of the iron. The net brushed across Lu Mingfei's cheek.

He wiped the blood on his cheek and looked at the two hellhounds in the iron net. Fingel was right, the battle was nothing more than a lump of stinky meat in the end.

(End of this chapter)