Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 52 Takes Over the Audience
In the opera hall, almost all the mixed races were huddled in the corners of their seats. Their thoughts were as if their brains had been lobotomized, and they became muddled. Their limbs seemed frozen, and the only ones who were still conscious were the extremely weak breathing sounds. .

Just when they were suffocated to the extreme and their consciousness was about to fall into the abyss of darkness, the gelatin-like power instantly receded like a tide.

"call……"

Everyone felt as if they were drowning in the deep sea and were suddenly rescued. A huge amount of air rushed into their lungs. The sudden coldness in their throats made everyone want to cough but couldn't. Everyone's face was pale. A sickly red color couldn't help but emerge.

At this moment, both gentlemen and ladies were in a state of utter disarray. Their custom-made dresses, which often cost six figures, were covered in wrinkles, and some even fainted.

This group of mixed breeds from all over the world couldn't help but lower their heads and glance at Long Kui sitting in the center with their peripheral vision. They couldn't help but wildly guess the origin of this super mixed breed.

Now it is too late to be shocked by the sky-high price of one billion. The latest person to reach the peak of everyone's curiosity is this young man who is blooming with the power of the Dragon King.

This was Long Kui's demonstration. Since the other party planned to use things other than the rules to deal with him, there was no need for Long Kui to continue hiding it.

What the Dragon Slayer likes most is to stop making noise when you can.

Sure enough, the effect was outstanding. Shouting out the price of one billion was enough to create a five-second window. No one could bid under such a deterrent force, unless there was a creature no less than him.

Obviously, the Islamic woman is not among them...right?

"One billion, one thousand..." No. 88 was about to speak when an invisible stream of air quickly passed through her delicate and flawless face.

A small line of blood cut through the black gauze and was engraved on the beautiful face of this Islamic woman.

She suddenly stopped talking and swallowed back the bidding words in her mouth. On the cushion as rich as blood behind the beautiful woman, an ordinary playing card was deeply inserted, with a colorful clown printed on it. .

King, or rather...general!
Bright red blood seeped from the wound, slowly sliding down her ice-cold skin like a stream of blood and tears.

In the center of the opera house, the young man wearing a mask was playing with a playing card in his hand, flipping it randomly between his fingers.

The Islamic woman immediately understood what the other party meant. He was demonstrating and also a warning.

Warn her...never again!
It was obvious that the young man in the center saw through her malicious attempt to raise the price.

If she had just spoken a little faster, the opponent's playing card might have hit her throat instead of her face.

Long Kui slowly turned over the playing cards in his hand with an expressionless face. Since the opponent broke the rules first, he didn't mind flipping the table directly.

Last warning, next time you make an offer, remember to take your own life with you.

In the end, the Islamic woman did not tell the price of one billion to ten million. She touched the golden-red blood line running down her cheek. Her eyes were neither sad nor happy, and she fell into silence.

Finally, she twisted out a drop of blood on her jade-like index finger, turned it over gently, and the drop of blood slowly dripped onto the steel handrail below.

"Bah..." A strange scene happened. The blood that originally seemed normal dripped onto the steel, and suddenly it was like a powerful acid, directly corroding an irregular pit on the surface of the handrail.

What the woman didn't see was that at the moment her blood dripped, Long Kui, who was sitting in the middle, couldn't help but raise his eyes.

When the whole place was silent, the dedicated auctioneer slowly raised the dark red wooden hammer in his hand and said in a trembling voice:

"6...VIP No. 66 bids one billion U.S. dollars, one billion U.S. dollars once, one billion U.S. dollars twice..."

The Islamic woman stood up straight away, turned around and left without saying a word, as if she had suddenly abandoned the bronze fragment in the glass tube. "One billion dollars three times, deal done! Congratulations to VIP No. 66 for winning this rare Ice Sea Fragment Scroll!" As she walked out of the hall, the auctioneer dropped his hammer, as if he had hammered a nail into the wood. .

"Clap clap-"

For a moment, thunderous applause erupted from the opera house, and everyone could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

They didn't dare to think that if this super hybrid couldn't get the ice sea fragment, the final situation would be completely out of control.

There is no way, the mixed race has dragon blood in its body, so it naturally continues the concept of dragon clan.

Those who hold power control destiny...

The fate of the weak!

"Hello, Mr. Magician, this is the fragment of the ice sea that you took." When the crowd had almost dispersed, the auctioneer in formal attire held the transparent glass column in his hand and respectfully presented it to Long Kui.

Along with it, there was a black suitcase.

"This is your Zurich bank account number. Please enter your password." Although the auctioneer was panicking, he still had a professional smile on his face and opened the suitcase with a slight trembling.

After unfolding it, it turned into an electronic device, with a red LCD screen and a black keyboard, like a huge calculator.

Long Kui suddenly felt nervous. Although his boss told him to increase the price at will, he was still not sure whether he could pay the one billion.

At this time, the account named "Magician" only had 100 million US dollars.

After entering the password, wouldn’t it be embarrassing that the balance is still so high?

But Long Kui finally entered the password calmly, and the balance displayed on the red screen made him sigh in relief.

$ 1000000000.

After the clean transaction, Long Kui carried the suitcase containing the remaining Binghai scrolls and walked straight towards the exit.

"Fortunately, I lived up to my fate." Long Kui said softly as he walked.

"Nice job, but... you guy... actually offered me a billion dollars! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm going to have to eat dirt again." Su Enxi's frantic voice came from the earbuds, and sounded together with it, And the crisp "click" sound that turns grief into appetite.

"Ha..." Long Kui couldn't help but reveal a smile:
"Didn't I do everything you asked me to do? You told me to do whatever it takes. Also, won't you get fat if you keep eating potato chips like this?"

"Excuse me, I'm crying for my little money, can't you? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" It can be seen that even for this rich potato chip boss, taking out one billion US dollars is as painful as cutting flesh.

Just when Long Kui walked out of this artistic opera hall, suddenly, a familiar smell passed into his sensitive nose.

Long Kui's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the next second, the earplugs in his ears, which were said to never lose signal unless the off button was pressed, suddenly made a "rustling" sound like snowflakes.

The muscles all over his body gradually tightened, and the red-gold color in his eyes slowly appeared.

Something inhuman...is swimming over!
　Happy New Year 2024! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)