Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 182 Solo
The night is deep, the waves are still.

After that, several distinguished guests who came by helicopter came one after another. Although none of them could compare with the aura and pomp of the red-haired girl, the elegance and arrogance they showed seemed to have been precipitated by ancient history. His temperament can still crush those bosses who are worth billions.

In Wan Boqian's blood bond Luo Yan's inspiration, these distinguished guests are all mixed races, and their bodies are all boiling red dragon's blood.

The failure of the action is a small matter, if it is not handled properly and causes a dispute between the mixed races, it will be called trouble!

And looking at Chu Zihang's indifferent appearance of "it is Cassel who signed the treaty, what does it have to do with my weeping angel", even if the organizer has something to do with this group of "orthodox", the knives in these two hands probably still Cut it right!

After more than an hour of sailing, no matter how many topics there were among the bosses, they should have finished chatting. They sat down at the same time, as if they were patiently waiting for the organizer to show up and announce the official start of the banquet.

The hall suddenly became silent, and even the sound of the waiter pouring red wine into the glass became clearly audible.

C minor broke the silent silence, and the pianist resumed playing after a short break.

Without the noisy discussion just now, the sound of the piano seemed to become more melodious, and everyone was listening to this song quietly as a pastime for waiting for the main show to come.

"Sounds a bit like Rah..."

Wan Boqian, who was born in a musical family and was only one step away from the piano performance level, couldn't tell which famous artist the tune came from, but she could still hear the sadness and melancholy in the major chord in the key of D minor. With constant variations in the key of D-flat major, the theme of the tune has changed from personal sadness to overall melancholy and tragic.

A writer tells a story with the pen in his hand, but a pianist writes a story with the 88 keys on the piano.

Before she knew it, Wan Boqian's eyes were filled with tears, as if infected by the tune.

In the story written by the piano music, Wan Boqian seems to see the unyielding souls sheltering the weak and fighting against the boundless darkness. The blood of the great heroes is scattered among the dark stars like flying ashes. It is a heroic epic that cannot be sung endlessly, a long journey that is doomed to perish without ever seeing the end.

Although other people do not have such a high musical quality as Wan Boqian, their experience of music is limited to the level of "good to hear" and "can listen to it several times", but the tune still affects their emotions, and many bosses have already Take out a bright red banknote from the pocket of the suit, and ask the accompanying female companion or waiter to present it to the pianist playing at the front of the hall.

The red-haired girl, Chen Motong, was also listening carefully with her face in her hands, her clear pupils were staring at the face of the pianist with a bit of curiosity - she was sitting near the front, and her line of sight could just touch the hall That Steinway piano in the front corner, and the pianist who wrote the story on it.

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone's listening, I have to remind everyone that there are several ships approaching you now..."

Fingal's voice sounded in the headset, but it was replaced by piercing electric noise before he finished speaking.

Chu Zihang frowned, tapped the headset to turn off the communication: "There is a high-power jammer blocking the signal."

It was not only them who were affected, but also the mobile phones of many entrepreneurs who were reading information, and the private communication devices of the bodyguards of the mixed-race distinguished guests, all of which were interfered by the sudden opening of the high-power jammer.

"Are you coming?"

Wan Boqian quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, and immediately put her emotions back into a state of vigilance. The palm under the tablecloth had moved to the position where Smith's revolver was fixed on her thigh, and she was ready to draw her gun and shoot at any time to control the field.

"Maybe."

"What about S-Class? Where is he now?"

Chu Zihang didn't answer her, but closed his eyes calmly and began to pray devoutly before the battle.

"Da da da da..."

The loud roar of the engine added a bit of noise to the piano tune. Several boats that looked like large fishing boats approached the Bayer Moss, and the wet and dirty boards rested on the luxury yacht. If it wasn't for knowing that it would take more than two hours to sail to the Caribbean Sea, otherwise this scene would always remind people of the scene of pirates landing and plundering ships.

"There are a lot of people..."

Wan Boqian whispered that there were quite a few people who boarded the yacht from the fishing boat. They were of different heights, but the only thing they had in common was the extreme coldness on their faces like knives.

It seems to be a dead person crawling out of the dark sea below, quite weird.

The low and slow notes were played, and ellipses were added to the tune, as if representing the unknown fate of those unyielding souls.

However, no one was thinking about the piano piece that had just ended, and most of the people present were fascinated by the people and things that would appear next.

"I kept everyone waiting for a long time, and now the banquet officially begins."

The soft and seductive female voice sounded from the loudspeaker again.

The glass door was pushed open, and the men pushed three carts covered with red curtains silently along the red carpet to the podium position in the hall. Che's greedy and fiery eyes formed a stark contrast.

"Being able to receive the invitation letter means that you have a qualified status and funds. I will not say more polite words here. Let's go directly to the theme of the banquet, 'Blood of Metamorphosis'."

A Caucasian woman appeared at the end of the men. The deep red slim dress set off her crystal white skin and graceful curves. The long black hair behind her head was combed neatly. The red lips, as dazzling as fire, evoked a seductive arc.

Entrepreneurs were amazed by the beauty of European and American women, and their eyes briefly shifted from the things under the cart to the woman.

After transporting the trolley to the podium in the hall, the expressionless men spread out to stand in various positions in the hall, staring straight ahead with empty eyes.

"I am the organizer of this banquet, and you can call me Gloria," the woman's golden pupils, like jewels, glanced at the people in the hall below, "Next, I will introduce you to the 'Shadow Fan' according to the process. The efficacy of blood', and to demonstrate its authenticity, so as to give you the letter of purchase..."

The white woman named Gloria failed to utter the last word "heart". A sharp blade flashed like lightning, pierced her beautiful head from her temple, and nailed it to the milky white hall in the hall with a strong impact. on the bulkhead.

The palm of her hand that wanted to uncover the red cloth on the cart dropped powerlessly, and the pupils on her charming face lost focus and gradually enlarged.

The sudden change did not even make the people present react, and when they realized that they had witnessed a "murder", the women let out a movie-style standard scream.

The expressions of the entrepreneurs were also a little uncomfortable. Some of them were still dreaming about the organizer's beautiful body curves one minute, and the next second the other party turned into a still warm man whose head was nailed to the wall. corpse.

"Holy shit, shit, shit...why did people die as soon as they came up?!"

Shao Yifeng covered his mouth with horror.

He also belongs to the part of "some people". This kind of European and American beautiful big sister is not too much for his appetite... However, he almost spit out the contents of his appetite just now.

Who moved the hand?Could it be that he wants to swallow all the "mortal blood" here?

It happened so suddenly that they did not know who threw the deadly blade.

The group of mixed races were equally surprised, except that the red-haired girl Chen Motong, who was surrounded by bodyguards, raised her beautiful eyebrows and stared at the pianist who stood up from the Steinway piano.

Holding a slender silver sword in his hand, he slowly stepped onto the podium in the hall.

(End of this chapter)