Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 302: For Your Majesty (117)

Dragon Raja 5

“I urge everyone to focus on the last shipment; this long night is almost over,” Bunin said softly. “I hope it goes well.”

Lu Mingfei could hear the relief in his tone, as if the monster had just been successfully transformed.

This great demon, who has reigned for over thirty years, faced his greatest tribulation in life with his ignorant daughter. Now, by giving all his treasures to a passing scoundrel, he has successfully weathered this ordeal. Once this night is over, he can gracefully escape into the distance.

But is his mission truly over? I have a feeling that the person who hired him won’t let him go easily; being an agent of the devil isn’t that easy.

Lu Mingfei gestured to Chu Zihang with his eyes, and Chu Zihang immediately understood, got up, picked up his suitcase, and left. With Anna and Maxim’s examples before him, no one stopped him.

With him there, the goods were safe, and he would also find Christina to ensure her safety. But Lu Mingfei wasn’t planning to leave; he wanted to see the battle end. Zero also showed no sign of leaving; she was watching the demons’ final expressions.

Across the table, Ekaterina and Odinez locked eyes, and the temperature around them seemed to drop because of their dangerous gaze.

“None of us will back down, will we, Odinez?” Ekaterina said slowly.

To be or not to be, that is the question. Auchinez answers with a line from Hamlet.

“It’s not about how much money it costs anymore,” Ekaterina said softly. “Four hundred million dollars, plus 25 years.”

This was her last offer, but Lu Mingfei outbid her with $400 million and 30 small gold coins. Now, she didn’t hesitate to push the price to the top.

“Five hundred million dollars, plus 25 years,” Auchinez said slowly.

Everyone stared in astonishment. Everyone thought that Auchinez had run out of cash. He had previously thought, like Ekaterina, that the behind-the-scenes boss would charge extra for his services over time. However, he was still able to charge extra for cash.

This price increase must have been painful for him; his eyes twitched, and his expression was fierce, as if he wanted to devour Catherine alive.

After her initial shock, Ekaterina quickly recovered and said, “Four hundred million dollars, plus 30 years!”

After factoring in the service period, Okinez’s actual offer was $1.25 billion, while Ekaterina’s offer was a staggering $1.3 billion.

Okinez was still hesitating when Bunin raised his hand to interrupt the contest: “I’m sorry, my dear Ekaterina, I cannot accept your offer. Analyzing your family’s current situation, the seller can only accept a maximum of 25 years of service; he can’t even be sure your family will survive for another 25 years.”

Ekaterina’s face turned deathly pale, while Okinez, after a moment of surprise, couldn’t help but smile. Everyone remembered what Bunin had said earlier: their time wasn’t unlimited; their overdraft limit had already been locked.

I wanted to speak directly with the seller, Ekaterina said, adding that there were many things he didn’t know about my family.

This aloof and stubborn woman spoke these words in a low, trembling voice, her tone implying pleading, like a young girl groveling before a king.

I’m so sorry, dear Ekaterina, the seller never speaks to anyone other than me. Bunin sighed softly. I wanted to do something for you, but as you know, my money has already gone into the seller’s account.

These words were like a death knell, sending a chill down even through an observer like Lu Mingfei. The child was still sleeping soundly in a cold, sterile box, waiting for her, while the mother had exhausted all her resources, both now and in the future.

Catherine, holding onto the table, stood up shakily. Suddenly, she transformed from a timid young girl into a frail old woman, yet she still stubbornly maintained her dignity.

She seemed to be leaving the conference room, and everyone watched her go. Lu Mingfei even hesitated whether to get up and see her off. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt; he had fulfilled Christina and Bunin’s requests, and then took the chance of life from the hands of a complete stranger.

Ekaterina turned around at the door and stared blankly at Bunin. Just as Bunin was about to say something, Ekaterina opened her handbag and pulled out a finely crafted pistol.

Everyone stood up, trying to dodge, but the girls around Bunin quickly formed a human wall in front of him and pulled out their weapons.

“Put down your gun!” Bunin roared, shoving the girl in his way and lunging at Ekaterina. No one could understand Bunin’s actions at that moment, except for Lu Mingfei, who took the exact same action, but he was blocked by the fleeing guests, and Bunin was ultimately not fast enough.

Ekaterina pointed the gun at her chest and fired without hesitation. The bullet, carrying blood and fragments of her heart, spurted from the wound on her back.

Bunin caught the reclining Catherine and gently helped her lie down on the ground. Blood soaked through the thick wool carpet, and the bloodstains grew larger. Bunin knelt at the door, holding Catherine, but did not call for a doctor; everyone knew there was no way to save her.

“Every executioner in this room,” Ekaterina said hoarsely, looking directly into Bunin’s eyes, “must walk out on my blood.”

Lu Mingfei then understood why she had to walk to the door before tragically taking her own life. It wasn’t that she was suddenly controlled by grief and anger, but rather it stemmed from an ancient European ritual.
“I assure you, this carpet won’t be removed,” Bunin said softly. “They’ll all be walking on it.”

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Catherine’s eyes, which had been gradually losing focus. She stared blankly at Bunin for a moment, then said, “Goodbye, servant of the devil. I know you want your daughter to live… I forgive you.”

She closed her eyes forever. The meeting room was quiet. Bunin picked her up and handed her over to an attendant.

“Her body will be handled the same way as everyone else’s, but she must be treated with respect,” Bunin said softly.

The attendants hurried away carrying Catherine’s body, while Bunin stood with his hands hanging down in the pool of Catherine’s blood, blood slowly dripping from his hands, as if he were the murderer who killed Catherine.

No one spoke; everyone was frozen in the moment before Catherine died. Silence fell, broken only by the scratching of a pencil on paper. Zero continued to refine her comic.

The moment Ekaterina drew her gun, she was the only one who didn’t move; she was cold, as if even her blood had no temperature.

Five hundred million dollars, plus 25 years. Finally, someone spoke up, breaking the silence.