Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 60 Majesty
"2000."

Lu Mingfei's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to raise his placards to bid.

"2100."

When the hammer was about to drop, the price was called again, still from the VIP room on the second floor.

The guests were very interested. Apparently they all thought that the noble young people on the second floor felt offended and deliberately made fun of this "little Arthur" who wanted to draw the sword in the stone.

However, their behavior is very reasonable in the eyes of the auction house, because before the hammer is finalized, anyone has the right to bid, and they can also pay the corresponding money.

"3000."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, and held up his number plate as usual.

This is no longer a normal auction, this is a game against oneself.

Although he has no psychological burden to spend the college's money, he doesn't want to waste time messing around with the brats upstairs.

"When will the auction items be available?"

After quoting the price, he whispered to Donna beside him.

"Usually, after the auction is over, the treasurer of the auction house can only get the items he bought after he confirms that all the money has been paid."

Tang Na lowered her head and said, because sitting next to Lu Mingfei, those oppressive golden eyes on the second floor gave her an extra glance, which made her very stressed.

"That's it...it's really troublesome."

Lu Mingfei said softly, and raised his placard again after the 3100 million quotation upstairs:
"5000."

After quoting the price, he silently closed his eyes.

Donna shuddered suddenly, as if she felt a strong smell of blood from the young Asian boy beside her.

She noticed Lu Mingfei's palm, which was already holding the top of the wooden handle of the number plate.

"Damn... don't drag me into it..."

Donna panicked.

Obviously, next time if there is someone deliberately dragging the bid like this, this Katos Lu will definitely throw the number plate as a weapon without hesitation.

But is he going to use this to attack those super rich second-generation hybrids on the second floor?The glass in their VIP room is bulletproof!
After the price of 5000 million was quoted, the guests looked to the second floor, eagerly waiting to see which private room would add another 100 million to beat the bidding of No. 88.

The auctioneer also looked a little helpless, but due to the rules, he still raised the small wooden hammer:

"No. 88, 5000 million for the first time! 5000 million for the second time! 5000 million, the first..."

Sure enough, when the third bid was about to hit the hammer, the loudspeaker in the No. [-] VIP room announced a new price:
"5100."

At the moment when the syllable of the word "Million" fell, a piercing scream suddenly sounded in the opera house!

No one could understand what happened, and the guests looked at No. 88 for no reason, thinking that Little Arthur was irritated, and yelled out of composure.

Even the auctioneer was taken aback by the sudden scream, and was at a loss.

But Lu Mingfei just sat firmly in his seat, his eyes closed, his face expressionless.

"He... he actually threw it out..."

Perhaps only Tang Na, who was sitting next to Lu Mingfei, understood what had happened——

Just as she guessed, the "88" plate was thrown out by Lu Mingfei as a throwing weapon.

The speed was so fast that she couldn't even see the opponent's movements clearly.

If Lu Mingfei's attack target was herself, Tang Na guessed that she didn't even know how to die!

Fortunately, the target of his attack was VIP Room No. [-].

There was a crack in the bulletproof glass of the room, which had been wiped clean.

The black-haired young man stared gloomyly at the number plate in front of him that had penetrated the bulletproof glass, and the number "88" looked extraordinarily bright outside the glass.

Who is the attacker is self-evident.

He took a deep breath, and the golden flames in his eyes were burning, searching for the daring murderer below.

The other mixed-races who participated in the bidding also understood what had happened. Although their expressions were different, their eyes soon lit up with a dazzling golden light.

"5100 million for the first time! 5100 million..."

When the auctioneer was counting down the bidding, an attendant hurried up and whispered in his ear.

The auctioneer's face changed, and he quickly put down the hammer in his hand, and found Lu Mingfei in the guest table.

He grabbed the microphone: "I'm sorry, gentlemen and ladies, because of the extremely bad influence caused by the offensive behavior of the 88th guest, this auction is temporarily suspended."

aggressive behavior?stop for a while?
The guests at the scene were very puzzled, when did that "little Arthur" attack?

Who is the target of the attack?

They looked around, and soon found the No. 88 plate stuck on the glass outside the No. [-] VIP room.

"I remember those glasses were bulletproof..."

When they looked at Lu Mingfei again, people's golden pupils showed a little bit of fear—the scream just now was the sound of him throwing his number plate!
"What a lunatic."

Someone thought to himself.

The people on the second floor are all super rich second-generation mixed races, and two of them are from the Henkel family, who are known as the underground kings of Chicago.

If you act impulsively, you will risk your own life!
Facing such a provocative attack, the young mixed races all walked to the window and lit their golden pupils.

This is not just for individuals alone, they are a whole, a mixed race family as a whole!
For a moment, dazzling golden light filled their eyes, and they looked down condescendingly, as if golden gas lamps were lit.

The breathtaking light was like hills pressing down on the guests on the first floor, no one dared to look up at these noble young people.

This is the suppression of blood, and this group of young people stands at the top of the mixed race here.

They wanted to use their bloodlines to bring intense panic and mental stimulation to that kid, and then slowly settle the matter of the attack.

But... the expected picture of Lu Mingfei kneeling and trembling and falling into intense mental stimulation did not appear.

Instead, the other party stood up from his seat—and opened his eyes.

The majesty of the Astartes cannot be offended or provoked, even by the gentlest of weepers.

It's just three things, and these brats are still playing with him unscrupulously.

"thump!"

The people in the guest seats seemed to be slapped hard by an invisible big hand, and they fell from their seats to the ground unsteadily, without their previous elegant manners.

But their next reaction was not to get up from the ground, but to sit on the ground trembling and bury their heads in the seats, not daring to look at Lu Mingfei.

Like the pilot light that cuts through the dark and raging waves on the cliff, and like the sun that eclipses the stars, Lu Mingfei's golden vertical pupils that seem to flow with golden lava seem to be able to set people on fire. The opera hall was dead silent. Humans can utter one more syllable.

Lu Mingfei raised his head, and the eyes of the apex predator scanned the frightened hybrids.

Although they still maintain their standing posture, their arrogance and courage have been completely shattered by the ruthless and cold gaze, replaced by fear and submission!

Sweat was soaked together with their expensive brand-name suits, and the suppression of blood was clearly visible.

……

In the VIP room No. [-], the young Wanli woman fell down at Angers feet, her plump chest heaving violently, almost breaking the buttons of her long skirt.

The old gentleman did not help her, but glanced at the majestic angel of death who looked like a ghost below, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He took out a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead:
"Is it going too far?"

(End of this chapter)