novelraw Chapter 155 : Chapter 155
Chapter 155 : Chapter 155
Volume 2
Chapter 79 : The Curtain Falls
“I bid one hundred million!”
Lorenzo’s fierce and domineering voice swept through the auction hall like a true storm descending, making everyone’s breathing catch as looks of shock spread across their faces.
One hundred million!
That was one hundred million!
If converted into banknotes, it would make a mountain of cash!
For the overwhelming majority of people here, they had never in their lives truly understood just how enormous a number one hundred million was.
They knew that the thing Belland’s Lower City had most of was rats in the gutters, but even if all the rats there were added together, they probably still would not amount to one hundred million.
Even the fairy lady was stunned at this moment.
Of course she wanted the bid to go higher, and then higher still.
But she had never imagined that Lorenzo would directly bid one hundred million!
She had hosted no one knew how many auctions before, yet never had a single item broken through the hundred-million mark.
But now, that record had been shattered!
The fairy lady trembled with excitement, but her beautiful eyes were not fixed on Lorenzo, who had just shouted out one hundred million.
Instead, they were locked tightly onto the mysterious Booth Number Eighty-Eight.
Because she knew that Lorenzo’s ability to bid one hundred million had nothing to do with her skills as an auctioneer stirring people’s hearts.
It was all because of Number Eighty-Eight!
The moment she had received that note from below saying “The auction will continue,” she had already sensed that this person was no ordinary man.
And so now she was waiting as well, waiting to see whether Number Eighty-Eight could continue raising the stakes.
Nor was she the only one.
At this moment, every gaze in the entire auction hall had gathered upon Booth Number Eighty-Eight, waiting for his next bid.
“So he actually bid one hundred million?”
Yet after a long silence, that leisurely voice finally rang out again, carrying a trace of disappointment and regret as it sighed,
“I truly cannot afford one hundred million. You win, Mister Lorenzo. The ancient dragon heart’s blood is yours.”
A wave of astonished exclamations swept through the crowd.
Number Eighty-Eight had backed down!
Which meant that in this struggle over the ancient dragon heart’s blood, the final victor was still Booth Number One—Lorenzo of the Redfire Gang!
“As expected of Lorenzo. That level of dominance is truly astonishing.”
“To be able to produce one hundred million in cash so casually, the Redfire Gang’s strength is not to be underestimated.”
“In the end, that mysterious Number Eighty-Eight still could not match him?”
“So this is where it ends?”
The fairy lady shook her head regretfully as well, but the intoxicating smile on her face quickly returned as she raised the auction hammer in her hand.
“I hereby announce that the ancient dragon heart’s blood, at the final price of one hundred million, belongs to the guest in Booth Number One!”
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“Hahahahaha! Fight me? You thought you could fight me, little bastard?”
Inside Booth Number One, once the dust had settled, Lorenzo could not help planting his hands on his hips and bursting into wild laughter as he basked in the crowd’s astonished gazes.
Though the dark one-way glass prevented anyone from seeing inside the booth, he could already imagine that damned Number Eighty-Eight trembling under the pressure of his overwhelming aura.
You wanted to fight me? I have one hundred million. Do you?
You have jack shit...
And in the end, the ancient dragon heart’s blood still belongs to me.
Does that piss you off?
Does that piss you off?
Being humiliated in front of all these people by my one hundred million—does that piss you off?
“Truly as expected of Mister Lorenzo.”
But just as Lorenzo was reveling beyond himself, Number Eighty-Eight unexpectedly spoke again, his tone filled with sincere admiration.
“To bid one hundred million outright... it seems the fifty-odd million I brought with me was nowhere near enough after all.”
Huh?
Lorenzo’s laughing expression froze on the spot.
The astonishment in the crowd’s eyes changed as well.
Even the fairy lady, who had just been about to say a few flattering words to Lorenzo, nearly bit her tongue when she heard that.
What did he say?
How much money had he brought?
Fifty-odd million?
Then that meant...
“Sigh. I had thought I might give it a try, but now it seems I was still too naive. Compared to a great man like Mister Lorenzo, who can casually take out one hundred million, someone like me, who can only squeeze out fifty-odd million even after tightening my belt, is utterly insignificant.”
“This world truly proves that there is always someone greater, always a heaven beyond heaven.”
Number Eighty-Eight said sincerely, “Thank you, Mister Lorenzo. You have made me understand that truth.”
Thank him for what?
For being the greatest sucker alive?
...
At this moment, the entire auction hall fell into absolute silence.
And yet within that silence, everything was changing.
Everyone felt that this story was as thrilling as a novel, and when they looked again toward Booth Number One, it was as if they were looking at some tragic heroine in a novel who had been cheated out of both money and love, and genuine pity began to rise in their hearts.
When you flung out one hundred million with a grand sweep of your hand, you really did look incredibly impressive.
But looking back and realizing you lost a clean fifty million in the process... that was truly pathetic.
“You motherfucker!”
Inside the booth, Lorenzo suddenly hoisted the sofa beneath him up with one hand and hurled it violently into the glass in front of him.
The glass shattered instantly, and through the broken frame, the strange and pitiful gazes directed at him only made the flames of his fury burn even hotter.
At this point, how could he still not understand that he had been thoroughly toyed with?
That Number Eighty-Eight had never intended to buy the ancient dragon heart’s blood at all!
He had come here for one reason only—to disgust him!
“Bastard, I’m going to kill you!”
His bloodshot eyes fixed on Booth Number Eighty-Eight, and he wished he could rush over there right now and hack him into mincemeat!
Never in his life had he suffered such humiliation!
“That won’t do, Boss! You absolutely cannot make a move here!”
Afraid that Lorenzo might truly be blinded by rage and do something disastrous, his subordinate hurried forward and wrapped both arms tightly around his waist to hold him back.
“Get off me!”
Lorenzo kicked his subordinate away. “I’m not that stupid yet!”
This was, after all, the territory of the giant power behind the black market. He was not foolish enough to break the rules here.
And besides...
Lorenzo lowered his head and looked toward the ordinary seats below.
Although it was subtle, he still sharply caught a strand of genuine greed within those looks of pity and schadenfreude.
“These wild dogs dare covet my property too?”
Lorenzo took a deep breath and swiftly suppressed every trace of his anger.
To rise to his current position in a place as chaotic as the Lower City, what he relied on was not merely ruthlessness.
People who could not distinguish what mattered from what did not never lived long in a place like that.
“Revenge can wait. First, get the ancient dragon heart’s blood back.”
With decisive efficiency, he strode out of the booth, intending to cash in the lot and leave before the people in the hall had fully reacted.
Yet just before his figure stepped into the dark corridor, he suddenly turned his head and looked deeper down the passage.
That booth—the one that made his teeth itch with hatred—remained tightly shut, without the slightest movement.
“Just wait. This matter is far from over.”
A cold light flashed through Lorenzo’s eyes as he turned away.
“Leave two men outside to keep watch. Everyone else, move.”
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“Oh, he’s that angry?”
When the sofa came flying straight out of the booth, even Muen was given a small fright.
Heaven was his witness—what Muen had said was the truth.
He had originally planned to stop at around fifty or sixty million.
After all, what if he accidentally ended up buying the ancient dragon heart’s blood for real?
Who would have thought that the Redfire Gang boss would be so easily provoked that he would jump straight to one hundred million in a single breath?
“I thought he would come charging over here to hack me apart on the spot.”
Watching Lorenzo choose to leave directly instead of immediately coming over for revenge, Muen stroked his chin in surprise.
He really was worthy of being the leader of a gang.
Even at a time like this, he still had a clear head.
“So next, is the real show about to begin?”
After Lorenzo left, many people in the hall also hurried out in quick succession.
But judging by the urgency in their movements, they were definitely not going to hold a farewell banquet for Lorenzo.