Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 51 One Billion
"One hundred million?" Long Kui raised his head slightly and took a deep breath.

Whether in Island or in this world, he had never seen so much money.

Long Kui was thinking that if his beautiful boss went to Islandland and visited the Fairy Tail Guild, Mr. Makarov would be extremely happy.

At least the guild doesn't have to worry about compensation every time for scene damage outside of missions...

"Eighty million!"

Just as Long Kui was sighing, the price of the Binghai Fragments once again soared by a level.

"Boss, 100 million seems not enough." Long Kui was really shocked by these hybrids this time.

Eighty million US dollars was reported without blinking an eye.

They are also related to dragons, so why are their dragon-slayer wizards so poor?
"Don't worry about it." The crisp sound of chewing came from the earbuds, and Su Enxi said confidently:

"From now on, you start bidding directly. That 100 million US dollars is just a vanguard army. I brought an 'army of 100,000' this time. These old guys are competing with me for money, right? See if I don't Smash them until they’re dizzy!”

After listening to his boss's heroic scolding of Fang Qiu, Long Kui felt a surge of fear coming to his face.

Having said that, let’s have a taste of the nouveau riche today.

Half-breeds, your emperor is back!
"One hundred million!" Long Kui raised his sign.

Since the boss is so rich, he has no reason to save money for the other party and directly adds 20 million US dollars.

The money isn't his anyway.

At this time, the auctioneer on the stage showed a satisfied smile, and seemed to agree with Long Kui's bid this time, which meant that the US$100 million was a satisfactory expected valuation of the fragment from the auction house organizer.

The effect of the price increase this time is obviously good, just like scooping out the fish with a colander full of small holes, directly filtering out most of the competitors.

"One hundred and ten million." The Islamic woman on No. 88 was obviously a "fish that slipped through the net."

"Two hundred million." Long Kui raised his sign again without any hesitation.

What a heroic bidding method. Every time he bids, the front number jumps directly, which directly shows his determination to win this large scroll collection.

The guests who were originally hesitant to follow up sighed and put down their number tags after hearing Long Kui's completely inappropriate way of increasing prices.

After a moment of silence, the auctioneer saw that everyone seemed to have given up raising prices. He cleared his throat and shouted happily with a rosy face:

"Thank you to VIP No. 66 for your generous bid. Two hundred million US dollars once! Two hundred million US dollars twice! Two hundred million US dollars three times..."

"Two hundred and ten million."

The dark red hammer in the auctioneer's hand had already been smashed down, and it stopped abruptly when it was almost touching the table.

All the guests present could not help but turn their attention to the source of the sound, which was still the Islamic woman wrapped in a white robe.

The simple robe could not hide her graceful figure, her dark golden eyes were calm, and even though she was wearing a thin veil, she could not hide her cold and perfect face.

It seemed that for a moment, all the male guests couldn't help but hold their breath for a few seconds. Only Long Kui gently raised his eyes, his eyes full of calmness and indifference.

This feeling of a cooked duck flying away is not very pleasant... "Three hundred million." He raised the number plate in his hand again, and calmly increased the price by 90 million.

Only this time, there was a hint of coldness in Long Kui's voice.

"Three hundred and ten million." Still number 88.

The Islamic woman's voice was cold and high-pitched, and she still only added 10 million to Long Kui's price.

Long Kui frowned slightly and stared at the lady sitting behind him for a while. Finally, he turned around, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Five hundred million!" He slowly raised the number plate in his hand. After quoting the price, he directly put his hand down and leaned back on the soft back cushion behind him, looking like a gambler in the last resort of the casino.

The opera house fell silent instantly, and everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly at the young man's courage.

Not one of them could afford half a billion US dollars, but it was a bit worthless to spend so much money just to buy a fragment of a scroll that could decipher a lot of information.

"Five hundred and ten million." The voice of the Islamic woman No. 88 sounded in an understatement.

It was still the familiar price increase of 10 million US dollars, but the difference this time was that she completely released her golden eyes.

In an instant, a blazing light like a full moon suddenly illuminated the entire opera house. An invisible pressure centered on No. 88 and spread indiscriminately toward the surrounding rings!

This coercion is as suffocating as pulling people into the deep sea.

All the mixed-races present couldn't help but show panic expressions on their faces, and even some people's golden eyes dimmed automatically.

This is the pressure from top bloodlines.

It was obvious that this woman from Islam was no longer satisfied with using wealth alone to decide the outcome.

She plans to use another way to end this "war", using the dragon method...

Power and force.

"Five...five hundred and ten million once, five hundred and ten million twice." The auctioneer wiped the sweat from his head and slowly raised the dark red hammer in his hand under great pressure.

"Five hundred and twenty million three..." Just when he was about to make the final decision, suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded, like a sharp cutting knife, directly interrupting the auctioneer's voice.

"A billion."

There was an incomparable coldness in Long Kui's voice, as if a hunting knife was sharply piercing the glass cylinder bottle on the mahogany stand, pointing directly at the bronze fragment inside, showing the inevitable realization!
Everyone couldn't help but turn around and look at the VIP number "66" who quoted the price. The moment everyone looked at it, it was like hitting a transparent wall. Before they could see Long Kui's appearance clearly, they felt a huge fear. Coming from the bottom of my heart!

It's like... encountering a natural enemy!
A red-gold scorching sun rose out of nowhere in the darkness, like a giant dragon coiling in the center of the opera house.

Anyone who looks directly at the giant dragon will involuntarily have a thunderous explosion in their mind, and their whole mind will go blank. Their bodies will lean back with all their strength, trying desperately to stick to the soft cushions, as if this can bring them A slight sense of security.

Horror and fear welled up in the hearts of all the mixed races, as if there was a sword of Damocles hanging above everyone's head, and it didn't know when it would fall from above and tear their bodies into pieces.

Many young mixed-race people wanted to escape, but they were horrified to find that they were nailed to their seats like puppets, unable to even get up in the simplest way.

... no less terrifying and coercive than the pure-blooded Dragon King!
(End of this chapter)