Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Viscount Mike originally intended to immediately reach his maximum capacity of "seventy million" to intimidate everyone!

But he never expected that Earl Karen would betray him and offer "eighty million!"

However, what Viscount Mike didn't expect was that someone would actually offer "one hundred million"!

A relieved smile appeared on his face as he raised his hand to adjust his black top hat. "Earl Karen, according to the rules, both the first and second place winners will lose funds. Good luck, I won't be joining you!"

Count Karen's face was ashen, but she still tried her best to remain rational, turning her head with a forced smile, "Mike, don't be in such a hurry to leave, aren't you going to help that guy behind us?"

Viscount Mike waved his hand and laughed gleefully, "No, I can't afford a hundred million!"

"What a rip-off new rule, but I don't want to lose 80 million for nothing." Count Karen pulled a white handkerchief from her bosom, covered her mouth, and coughed. "One hundred and ten million!"

Seeing that the audience had quieted down, the host raised the small wooden mallet in his hand, as if about to swing it down, and announced, "One hundred and ten million, once!"

"One hundred and ten million twice!"

"One hundred and ten million, three..." the host said, about to swing the small wooden hammer!

Earl Karen's eyes were now filled with excitement. He looked at Li Wuyue on the display stand, licked his lower lip, and declared in his inner monologue: "My expensive little darling, I am about to have you!"

"One hundred and twenty million!"

Count Karen gritted her teeth, angrily gripped the wooden sign, slammed her fist on the stool, stood up, and looked at the young man in a black suit who was twirling a revolver in his hand—Ye Jingchen.

His golden eyes lit up instantly, and he pointed at Ye Jingchen with the wooden sign, "Organizers, please pause. I request to inspect this Chinese kid's real estate assets. I suspect he doesn't have the ability to pay 120 million!"

An awkward atmosphere ensued.

Everyone turned their attention to the young man, Ye Jingchen, and began to suspect him.

A voice came from behind the display stand: "Countess Karen, please wait a moment. An investigation is underway."

Earl Karen nodded upon hearing this. He held considerable prestige here and looked at Ye Jingchen with a smug expression, thinking to himself, "You brat, you're still too green to play with me!"

In the pitch-black auction hall, countless pairs of golden eyes were fixed on him.

Ye Jingchen recalled that night in Japan, when groups of members of the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan surrendered, all of whom had turned their golden eyes toward him!

The bright yellow light was as dazzling as the headlights of cars on the national highway at night.

From behind the display stand, that voice came again: "Mr. Ye Jingchen, we cannot find any information about your personal assets. Now, please give me a reasonable explanation!"

Ye Jingchen pulled a bank card from his pocket and held it up. "I think there should be enough money in this card!"

A waitress in a white shirt came over carrying a card reader, took the bank card from Ye Jingchen's hand, and swiped it into the card slot!

The waitress had initially been quite optimistic about Ye Jingchen, but upon seeing the balance on his card, a look of disappointment crossed her face. "I'm sorry, sir, your card only has 9000 million Dragon Kingdom currency. We use 'Beautiful Gold' for bidding, so we will now disqualify you from bidding and permanently blacklist you..."

"Wait!" Ye Jingchen raised his hand to interrupt the waitress. "I need to make a phone call."

The waitress didn't dare to answer Ye Jingchen's question and turned her head to look behind the display stand.

The voice came again, "Call him."

Ye Jingchen dialed Yuan Zhisheng's number.

Genjiro: "Moshi moshi? (Genjiro whispers: Sakura, relax for a moment, I'm on the phone; Sakura: Hurry up, my nurse's uniform is all wrinkled!)"

Ye Jingchen: "I am Ye Jingchen. Pay up, understand? You still owe me ten million."

Genjiro: "Oh, Mr. Ye, ten million yen, right? It's no big deal!"

Ye Jingchen suddenly chuckled in anger, "Do you think ten million yen is worth me calling you? I need two hundred million US dollars right now."

Yuan Zhisheng: "What?! Ye-san, did you go to America and smash the Statue of Liberty?"

Ye Jingchen: "Tonight I can return these two hundred million dollars to you intact."

Genjiro was silent for a moment: "Alright, I'll have Kaguya transfer the money to your account now!"

Ye Jingchen hung up the phone and looked at the waitress standing in front of him. "Try swiping your card now!"

Upon hearing this, the waitress swiped her bank card in the card slot again, but the displayed number remained unchanged!

"Or..." The waitress hadn't finished speaking when she saw the string of numbers. The single-digit numbers were changing rapidly, and finally the hundred-millionth digit became "2"!

She swallowed hard, turned her head, and said, "That's enough. This gentleman has enough funds now!"

A voice came from behind the display stand, "Since that's enough, let's continue the bidding!"

Upon hearing this, Earl Karen sat back down dejectedly and turned to Viscount Mike. "Mike, what were those Chinese monkeys whispering about just now?"

Viscount Mack shook his head. "My dear Earl Karen, I'm sorry, I didn't understand what he was saying in Japanese. Of course, it could also be a dialect from some region of China..."

"Never mind, I refuse to believe he can summon so much money with just one phone call!" Earl Karen raised her sign, "One hundred and thirty million!"

Ye Jingchen raised his sign: "One hundred and forty million!"

Count Karen: "..."

Finally, we've arrived at "190 million!"

Earl Karen's lips were turning purple. He stood up and threw off his black top hat. "Hurry up and bet! Two hundred million! Bet now!"

No mixed-race person wants to get involved in this conflict that is already on the verge of spiraling out of control!

"Suddenly I don't want to follow anymore." Ye Jingchen looked at Earl Karen and gave a teasing smile.

Earl Karen assumed Ye Jingchen was broke, and arrogantly strode towards him, shoving his nose in Ye Jingchen's face, "Why aren't you following? Out of money now? Haha..."

Count Karen's laughter stopped abruptly as he saw Ye Jingchen raise the plaque in his hand once more.

Ye Jingchen: "Two hundred million!"

Earl Karen was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't afford to keep up. If he did, Ye Jingchen might question his ability to pay, as the auction house had a general understanding of his assets.

He lost almost a tenth of his fortune in one fell swoop. Although what he wanted was for the other party to be unable to keep up, he no longer wanted to gamble.

Count Karen: "I'm not going any further."

Count Karen bent down, picked up her black top hat from the ground, put it back on her head, and quietly sat back down in her seat, remaining silent.

No mixed-race dared to laugh at Earl Karen, because among the mixed-race present, few had Earl Karen's strength and mentality, remaining calm even after losing 190 million.

Seeing Earl Karen's gloomy expression, the host wiped the sweat from his forehead, stopped overacting, and kept a low profile, gripping the small wooden hammer tightly!

"Two hundred million, just once!"

"Two hundred million, twice!"

"Two hundred million, three times!"

"Congratulations, Ye Jingchen, you have received a mystery gift pack!"

All the mixed-race people present, except for Earl Karen, applauded!

All the mixed-race people looked at Ye Jingchen with new respect!

Money was pouring into Ye Jingchen's bank account. He was only paying the transaction fee. The seller's fee card for Li Wuyue's gift package was also the bidding card in Ye Jingchen's hand...

Ye Jingchen strolled to the edge of the booth, looked at the collar around Li Wuyue's neck, and reached out to lift Li Wuyue's chin: "Aren't you all curious why someone with this bloodline would appear at an auction?"

He traced the dragon-patterned engravings on the collar with his fingertips, and a dark red light flowed into Li Wuyue's body through her blood vessels. It was an alchemical restriction that had been planted in the container last night.

As the collar was removed, a sound of shattering glass suddenly came from the audience!

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo crushed a wine glass, the bright red liquid dripping down the mahogany railing: "Mr. Ye, have you forgotten the rules of the auction house?"

The jade brooch on his chest cracked, revealing an alchemical core flowing with mercury inside. "At the hybrid auction, the restraining collar cannot be removed casually."

"Rules?" Ye Jingchen turned the cylinder of his revolver, the six Philosopher's Stone bullets gleaming crimson under the light. "Those were your previous rules. From now on, the rules I speak of are the rules!"

He suddenly pointed his gun at the ceiling, and the shattered crystal chandelier turned into a torrential downpour.

The sudden turn of events left all the mixed-race individuals completely bewildered!

In the chaos, Li Wuyue saw a bronze compass slip out from the sleeve of the old man in the Tang suit.

When the pointer stopped at the "Xun" position, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in a part of her lower back. This was a unique offensive technique of the Bai family.

Almost simultaneously, the Jiang family woman's dragon-locking hairpin split into twelve flying knives, their blades pointing directly at the protrusion of her third vertebra.

Li Wuyue pulled out the Lustful Desire from her lower back, cut the ropes binding her, and sent eleven throwing knives flying!

"Get down!" Ye Jingchen suddenly tackled Li Wuyue.

The last throwing knife grazed the back of his neck and embedded itself in the display stand, crystal shards exploding into starlight around the two of them.

Li Wuyue felt warm drops of blood fall on her collarbone, but when she looked up, she saw Ye Jingchen smiling. There was no wound on his neck at all.

That wasn't Ye Jingchen's blood, but the waitress's blood. She was holding a Desert Eagle in her hand, and the throwing knife was stuck in her throat!

Ye Jingchen: "It's your turn to perform!"

Li Wuyue stood up, her golden eyes snapping open! The auction house suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

All the hybrids remained frozen in their attack stances, their shadows being eroded by some kind of viscous black mist.

"Time's up." Ye Jingchen whistled at his wristwatch, then turned to look at Li Wuyue. "Have you all regained control of your minds?"

He whispered into Li Wuyue's earlobe.

Li Wuyue shook her head. "Most of them have succeeded, but there are a few mixed-race individuals that we haven't been able to completely control yet."

Ye Jingchen: "Is it because their will is too strong?"

Li Wuyue: "No, I feel that there are Dragon Kings who were a step ahead of me and planted the seed in their consciousness!"

Ye Jingchen: "Can you forcibly cover it up?"

Li Wuyue: "No, these are essentially descendants of other dragon kings, and I can't change their bloodline origins..."

Ye Jingchen: "Don't rush, let me try threatening their lives!"

Ye Jingchen had just taken a step!

The air in the auction hall suddenly became thick and sticky.

Count Karen's cigar slipped from his fingers, burning a black hole in the Persian carpet.

He saw that the pupils of the controlled hybrids were undergoing a strange layering—the outer ring was Li Wuyue's gray-gold, while the inside shimmered with a cold bronze light.

"Looks like some old friends have arrived." Ye Jingchen used the tip of his shoe to pick up a crystal shard from the ground, the surface of which reflected the ventilation ducts on the ceiling.

There were faint reflections of bluish-gray scales there, like traces left by a python.

Li Wuyue suddenly pressed her temple.

She heard countless voices arguing inside her skull, just like the echoes of when she was besieged by hybrids and dragon traitors in the Arctic Ocean.

The most piercing voice spoke in ancient dragon script: "Traitors shall be impaled."

"It's my brother!" Li Wuyue staggered, grabbing the edge of the display stand for support, her knuckles turning white from the effort. "He implanted blood seals in these people."

Ye Jingchen chuckled upon hearing this, then suddenly grabbed the auctioneer's gavel and struck the bronze bell. "It seems that some of these people are from the Gattuso family!"

The moment the bells rang out, all the controlled hybrids raised their right hands in unison—bronze liquid seeped from their palms, gradually condensing into miniature alchemical matrices.

"I discovered this interesting feature about ten minutes ago." Ye Jingchen pulled a bronze compass from his suit pocket; thirty-seven red dots were flashing on its dial. "When there are more than thirty hybrids under dual control, their alchemical matrices will form an interesting signal transmitter! Li Wuyue, be careful, don't get backlashed."

His explanation was interrupted by the sound of metal tearing apart.

The old man in the Tang suit suddenly tore off his face, revealing dragon scales underneath that were dripping with mercury.

Those mixed-bloods who should have been suppressed by Li Wuyue are now using the alchemical matrix to summon bronze chains, weaving the auction house into a giant birdcage!

Dragnet!

Li Wuyue suddenly remembered the number on the culture chamber she had seen in the container.

When the seventh chain pierced through the display stand, she finally pieced together the fragments of memory—these hybrids were "keys" that Odin had created from fragments of the Bronze City to unlock the dragon ruins hidden around the world.

A bronze chain suddenly reached for Li Wuyue's head!

"If you get distracted now, you might die." Ye Jingchen suddenly grabbed her waist and spun her around half a circle.

Arrogance, this eight-sided Han sword, grazed Li Wuyue's hair, shattered the bronze chains, and the broken lead fragments pinned the gilded screen behind her into a hedgehog.

……

On the red carpet, in a private booth, the man looked at the one-eyed mask in his hand, took a small sip of red wine, and said, "Oh? My brother, I've almost forgotten what you taste like..."