Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 298: For Your Majesty (113)

Dragon Raja 5

Bunin quickly arrived with his staff, and the old man’s expression changed upon seeing the scene. He took the pistol from one of the staff members and fired several shots, breaking the lock. As soon as the door was pushed open, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

The break room was covered in blood, smeared on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling.

The air was still thick with the smoke of cigars, and the ice in the wine glasses on the coffee table hadn’t melted yet. It seemed as if they were quietly discussing business just a moment ago, but the next moment, everything changed abruptly, and Semyon was pinned to the sofa by a sharp dagger.

The one who made the move was Gregory. He looked exactly like a devout monk, but in combat, he was no less formidable than an active-duty Marine. Mikhail immediately realized that he and Gregory had engaged in a fierce struggle, evident from the bloodstains on the walls, but the thick doors and walls had blocked out the sound. Mikhail’s fighting skills must have been quite formidable as well, but he was ultimately hanged from the chandelier by Gregory using a thin steel cable. didn’t even have a chance to leave the conference room. Just as he was about to retrieve the goods from his briefcase, Semyon, who had been pierced through the heart by a short sword, awoke and blew Gregory’s head to pieces with a large-caliber pistol. But this also exhausted his last bit of life.

The horrific scene only slightly shocked Bunin for a moment. He ran to Gregory’s headless body and examined the two suitcases.

In his haste, he didn’t have time to avoid Lu Mingfei; inside the broken glass bottle, some kind of yellowish-green mollusk was still wriggling slightly.

The thing looked like some kind of large leech, which was also called a blood leech in Lu Mingfei’s hometown. This commodity, worth hundreds of millions, supposedly packaged as a can, turned out to be a large leech.

Bunin stood up and kicked Gregory’s corpse in a rage, yelling, “Bastard!”

Semyon didn’t fire a single shot in the end; he emptied the entire magazine. One glass bottle exploded, and the bullet sliced ​​the other in half, along with the leeches inside. The creatures looked beyond saving, their bodily fluids oozing from their broken bodies. The .35xs’s incredibly precise shooting clearly indicated that Semyon’s final target wasn’t just Gregory, but also these two items.

Lu Mingfei pulled the short sword from Semyon’s chest. Judging from its design, it was a ceremonial short sword worn by Soviet naval officers back then. Compared to modern military daggers, it was hardly a sharp weapon, but in Grigory’s hands, its power was no less than that of a bullet.

It’s really hard to imagine that someone would use something like this as a murder weapon.

“Clean it up!” Bunin ordered. “Burn the bodies, seal up all their belongings, and freeze the remaining goods.”

The staff immediately asked the onlookers to leave and began cleaning up, but the leak of information was already unavoidable. Lu Mingfei was certain that when the guests gathered around, their focus was on the broken goods, not on his friend’s tragic death.

Their expressions were a mixture of regret and anger, mirroring Bunin’s own anger.

The scene wasn’t complicated. A simple deduction suggests that Semyon and Mikhail, intending to conduct an off-site transaction, had approached a bandit. Grigory either had no money, wasn’t prepared to pay, or perhaps couldn’t accept Semyon’s offer. However, he was determined to get the goods, regardless of the means. What’s puzzling is that the outside was full of Bunin’s men. Was Grigory planning to slip away covered in blood? Or perhaps he intended to kill everyone outside?

Despite his formidable skills, he was no match for Chu Zihang’s two knives. It’s easy to see that Gregory’s thirst for the goods turned him into a desperate, reckless gambler.

A moment later, Bunin came out of the lounge. Without explaining much, he simply walked to the bar, sat down, snapped his fingers, and a glass of vodka was immediately placed in front of him.

He downed the liquor in his glass in one gulp and lowered his voice, “There definitely won’t be enough stock this year, and the bidding will be even fiercer next time.”

Beside him, Lu Mingfei was sipping a glass of red wine.

“Boss, your request is really troublesome.” Lu Mingfei sighed softly.

He pushed the naval dagger, wrapped in a napkin, in front of Bunin, then got up and left.

Meanwhile, the guests gathered in different lounges, whispering amongst themselves. They were all friends of the three deceased, but had no time to mourn the relatively innocent Semyon and Mikhail. They had previously helped carry Vishnyak’s coffin, but that shared sense of sympathy was now overshadowed by fear. Not the fear of death, but the fear of not having enough supplies.

Half an hour later, the auction resumed. The guests returned to their tables and exchanged silent glances. In the past half hour, they had re-established their alliances, gathered their chips, and prepared for the final battle.

“One hundred and fifty million US dollars,” Auchinez raised his sign first.

He returned with Sonia and Valodya. Sonia and Valodya transferred the balance from their accounts to Auchinez’s account, and now Auchinez is the representative of their group.

The good friends from Moscow seem to have reaffirmed their friendship, or perhaps they have no other choice but to stay.

With only three items remaining, the initial probing had ended, and everyone was no longer hiding their strength, quickly pushing the price up to the previous zero of three hundred million US dollars. Apart from the three members of the Romanov family and Anna, who had already succeeded once, who watched coldly from the sidelines, everyone else participated in the bidding.

Despite their immense determination, the exorbitant price of three hundred million dollars stood like a high wall, blocking some people’s path. It seemed these individuals were all worth hundreds of millions of dollars, not truly top-tier billionaires. Beyond a certain amount, they would have to resort to borrowing, like Semyon, and pay staggering interest rates. Meanwhile, the only truly wealthy person present began painting again. This time, her draft wasn’t of “The Last Supper,” but the princess’s painting skills weren’t actually that impressive. Watching her haphazardly apply strokes, Lu Mingfei couldn’t yet guess what she was trying to depict.

“Three hundred and ten million US dollars.” Lu Mingfei held up his sign.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lu, your balance is insufficient,” Bunin said coldly.

Lu Mingfei took out the card that Bunin had given him from his pocket, threw it out, and it slid steadily down the table to Bunin’s face.

After verifying the balance, Bunin nodded. “Welcome to the game.” The two of them were natural performers, singing in unison.

The others immediately became alert, and the aloof Ekaterina was the first to question, “May I ask if the secretary’s offer represents the Romanov family?”

“No, he’s just playing around with his own chips.” Zero turned to look at Chu Zihang. “Do you want some chips?”

Chu Zihang shook his head, and Zero did not insist.