Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"20000000."

Lu Mingfei's expression remained unchanged and he continued to hold up signs and bid.

"21 million."

The price call came again when the hammer was about to fall, and it still came from the VIP room on the second floor.

The guests were very interested. Apparently they all thought that the distinguished young people on the second floor felt offended and deliberately teased and punished this "little Arthur" who wanted to pull out the sword from the stone.

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

"30 million."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly and raised his number plate as usual.

This is no longer a normal auction, this is a trick on yourself.

Although he didn't have any psychological burden to spend the college's money, he didn't want to waste time with the naughty kid upstairs messing around.

"When can I get the auction items?"

After quoting the price, he asked Donna beside him in a low voice.

"Generally, you can only get the items you bought after the auction is over and the auction house's financial officer confirms that all the money has been paid."

Donna lowered her head and said, because sitting next to Lu Mingfei, those oppressive golden eyes on the second floor glanced at her one more time, which made her very stressed.

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

Lu Mingfei said softly and raised his sign again after the 31 million quotation upstairs ended:

"50000000."

After quoting the price, he closed his eyes silently.

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

She noticed that Lu Mingfei's palm had already grasped the top of the wooden handle of the number plate.

"Hell... don't drag me into this..."

Donna panicked.

Obviously, if someone deliberately drags down the bidding next time, this Catos Lu will definitely throw the number plate as a weapon without hesitation.

But does he plan to use this to attack those super-rich second-generation hybrids on the second floor? The glass in their VIP rooms is bulletproof!

After the price of 50 million was quoted, the guests looked towards the second floor, eagerly waiting to see which private room would add another 1 million to beat the bidding of No. 88.

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

"No. 88, 50 million for the first time! 50 million for the second time! 50 million for the second time..."

Sure enough, when the third bid was about to fall, the loudspeaker in VIP Room No. 1 announced a new price:

"51 million."

The moment the syllables of the word "Million" fell, a piercing scream suddenly sounded in the opera house!

No one realized what happened. The guests looked at No. 88 in confusion, thinking that little Arthur was irritated and yelled out of control.

Even the auctioneer was startled by the sudden scream and was a little at a loss.

But Lu Mingfei just sat as firm as a clock in his seat, his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

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

I'm afraid only Donna, who was sitting next to Lu Mingfei, understood what happened——

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

The speed was so terrifying that she couldn't even see the other party's movements clearly.

If Lu Mingfei's target was herself, Donna probably didn't even know how she died!

Fortunately, the target of his attack was VIP Room No. 1.

There was a crack on the polished bulletproof glass in the room.

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

It is self-evident who the attacker is.

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

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

"51 million for the first time! 51 million..."

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

The auctioneer's expression changed, he quickly put down the hammer in his hand, and his eyes found Lu Mingfei's figure in the guest seats.

He grabbed the microphone: "I'm sorry, gentlemen and ladies, because the aggressive behavior of guest No. 88 has caused a great negative impact, this auction has been temporarily suspended."

Aggressive behavior? Temporarily stop?

The guests at the scene were very confused, when did "Little Arthur" launch his attack?

Who is the target of the attack?

They looked around and soon discovered the number 88 stuck on the glass outside VIP Room No. 1.

"I remember the glass was bulletproof..."

When they looked at Lu Mingfei again, there was a hint of fear in their golden eyes - the scream just now was the sound of him throwing away his license plate!

"It's crazy."

Someone thought to himself.

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

Acting on your own initiative will cost you your own life!

Faced with such a provocative attack, the young mixed-races all walked to the window and lit up their golden eyes.

This is not just about individuals individually, they are a whole, a mixed family as a whole!

For a moment, dazzling golden light filled their eyes, and they looked down condescendingly, as if golden gas lamps were lighting up.

The breathtaking sight was like hills pressing down on the guests on the first floor. No one dared to look up at these distinguished young people.

This is suppression from blood, and these young people stand at the top of the mixed race here.

They wanted to use their blood to bring severe panic and mental stimulation to the kid, and then slowly settle the attack.

However... the expected scene of Lu Mingfei kneeling down, trembling and suffering from severe mental stimulation did not appear.

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

The majesty of the Astartes tolerates no offense or provocation, not even by the mildest of weepers.

It didn't matter, these naughty kids were still playing tricks on him unscrupulously.

"thump!"

The people at the guest table seemed to have been slapped hard by an invisible big hand. They staggered from their seats and fell to the ground, no longer as graceful as before.

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

Like the pilot light cutting through the dark waves on the cliff, and like the sun eclipsing the stars, Lu Mingfei's golden vertical pupils that seemed to be flowing with golden lava seemed to be able to ignite people and burn them. There was a dead silence in the opera hall. Man can pronounce one more syllable.

Lu Mingfei raised his head, and his apex predator's eyes scanned the circle of hybrids with frightened faces.

Although they still maintained their standing posture, their arrogance and courage had been completely shattered by the ruthless and cold sight, and were replaced by fear and surrender!

Their priceless designer suits were soaked with sweat, and the suppression of their bloodline was clearly visible.

…

In the VIP room No. 7, the young woman Wanli fell down at Ange's feet, her plump chest rising and falling violently, almost unbuttoning her long skirt.

The old gentleman did not help her, but glanced at the majestic ghost-like angel below, and raised the corners of his mouth.

He took out a white handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Is it too much?"