The atmosphere in the venue was a bit turbulent. Rommel's actions had annoyed everyone. They came here to see a good show or to participate in a good show, rather than to make themselves unhappy.
Rommel felt that those crimson eyes were becoming more murderous.
But he couldn't escape... That night, the girl who was a hundred times more beautiful than all the women he had ever seen, stood in front of him in the empty hall under the pale moonlight.
, killed a dragon species easily.
Pale fish bones shone like dim jewels in the moonlight, then came amphibians, reptiles...bloated python-like corpses lying quietly on the cold marble, like a handful of
The cable that was thrown but could not be retrieved was knotted, skinned, and lost forever; the featherless birds opened their eyes wide and dull, and their muscles atrophied and slowly fermented and decayed in a pool of yellow liquid.
The originally bright beak and claws look like they have albinism.
He has never participated in a hybrid war, and he has never seen what a dragon looks like.
But he was very convinced that the person he met in the museum that night was a dragon.
The girl who entrusted herself killed it.
The phone rang again, this time it was a call. He answered the call silently, put his finger in his mouth and bit it hard.
He took out a notebook from behind his back. The case was covered with moss and dust that couldn't be wiped off. It was quite old.
"Miss Teroa Dubois, are you here?
Rommel pretended to smile and looked at the empty seat illuminated by the spotlight. The inviter did not arrive, but the phone told him to continue walking on the agreed path... She knew that Theroia Dubois would definitely arrive!<
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Everyone looked at the empty seat. There were blue and white porcelain cups on the table, which were much more advanced than what they had in their hands. They even specially prepared large bags of potato chips and large bottles of Coca-Cola, making people wonder which otaku this was.
Homegirl, there is a bottle of Perrier-Jouët produced in 1995 beside the blue and white porcelain cup, which further proves that the owner sitting here should be an elegant person with great emotional taste.
The opening ceremony has not come yet, and now she is being named. The identity of Miss Theloa Dubois has aroused the curiosity of everyone present.
The door at the back opened, and a man walked out silently. He was wearing a silver suit, a shiny watch and luxurious leather shoes that matched his healthy body just right. Everyone looked at him in unison. His handsome figure
Her fluffy hair carried a strong sense of rhythm, her steps were firm but her steps were gentle. She appeared confidently, but she walked to the seat belonging to Miss Theloa Dubois and stood next to her: "Miss, she is here today.
Wanwan will come to attend this auction. This is what she asked me to convey. She said that this auction must be boring, and it would be more interesting than going to a basketball or football game."
Rommel frowned and glanced at him: "Who are you?"
"As a legal advisor, you can also consider me to be Miss Te Luoya's agent. Miss Te Luoya has given full authority to me for this auction tonight."
"Okay, this notebook costs 1 million US dollars."
"5 million, fixed price." The consultant raised his index finger with a smile, "I believe no one will bid."
Rommel was stunned: "You are wasting your lady's money."
"This is the right given to me by the eldest lady." The consultant smiled, "For those who were still in debt before, the eldest lady is still willing to donate this money."
"As long as I want Miss Te Loya, you will promise me?" Rommel's face visibly twitched.
"Of course!"
"These two skulls..."
"Sorry, I haven't been here before, so I don't know what the price is."
"2 million."
"Then 2 million."
"Damn! I want her to give me 5 million for this video."
"Of course." The consultant took out the check and pen from his arms, marked 12 million on it, and put it on the waiter's plate. Someone noticed that Juanxiu's name had been written on the check, "You can take it.
This check should be collected at major banks in New York."
Rommel gritted his teeth. He was unhappy with this provocation. He kept crossing his own bottom line, including the two people in front of him, but he was just a legal adviser. What qualifications did he have? But Rommel smiled as he thought about it.
, he looked at the consultant and teased disdainfully: "What if I want this Miss Teroa to sleep with me tonight?"
The consultant still smiled: "Of course, the eldest lady is 22 years old this year, and her figure and face are the most exciting to men I have ever seen. She is in New York now, enjoying a private dinner at Masa. If you need, I can contact her now
Masa will add a seat for you, get the eldest lady drunk and get the best of both worlds... But before that, you may have to be mentally prepared, she is very hot and cannot be suppressed by ordinary men."
"In other words, you dare to go to war with the Klaudilov family?" Rommel took a breath.
"We are just a business, just a global trading company, not a family, not a secret party, and not an underground organization. All businessmen want is profit. As long as the cake is big enough, we will definitely share it, even if it is a world war." Consultant.
Pointing to his head, "But we are not very interested in this kind of dispute. If you want to drag us into the situation, you can, as long as you give us benefits, but you must be prepared to be dragged into the situation."
The whole place was silent, everyone was trying to keep calm.
They thought they all had the same idea. They thought Liam's slamming the door and Ai Xin's slap were signs of strength. They thought they knew everyone present... But they were wrong.
They have no idea what kind of company the consultant is talking about, and they have never even heard of the name Theloa Dubois.
"This is what I like!" Wright's energy instantly rose.
"Damn it, why don't you die? Your reaction now is like a dog seeing flesh and bones. You stand up and wag your tail. Can't you stop being embarrassed?" Gore stared at that person with disgust.
The figure about to stand on the table.
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"Hey, this is a hot girl, a top hot girl. I have never seen a woman who dares to attack a mixed race like this."
"You are stupid, right? That's a boy, boy, where is his lady? How do you know she is a hot girl?"
"Imagine!" Wright's voice started to get excited as if he had taken medicine. "I can feel her wearing black fishnet stockings, a cyberpunk-style reflective jacket and hot pants, plus a tight navel-baring vest, lying on her back.
On the big bed under the dim light, drinking red wine and reading fashion magazines..."
"Are you in heat? Are you telling me that you can imagine what a dead person looked like in life?"
"Here we come!" Wright's voice suddenly became serious.
Gore suddenly became alert and became energetic. He stared at what was pushed up from behind the scenes.
A huge metal cage was pushed up by an assistant on a cart. Rommel took off the black cloth covering the cage with white gloves and looked around the audience with a smile. He could no longer bear it. He was here every minute.
He doesn't want to stay any longer, he wants to sell out quickly, deliver the goods and leave quickly.
"Since everyone is afraid of the Claudilov family, I will jump directly to the last item. I brought that wing here, and it is of no use to me at all. Not only is it useless, but it will also give me a chance to live.
It's dangerous, so I'm going to sell it." Rommel raised a finger, "Don't miss this opportunity, the starting price is... one dollar!"
Everyone's eyes are looking at the wings in the cage, which is even more exciting and panic-stricken than in the previous video.
A long time ago, traces of angels gradually disappeared all over the world. Some mixed-race scholars believe that it was environmental factors that led to the fall of angels, just like Lucifer led a third of the fallen angels to defect into hell. Since then, there have been no more pure-bred angels.
Angels, let alone seeing the wings from angels... And before my eyes, it was like dreaming.
Without any restraints or support, it just hangs in the air. It's magical, especially magical. The pure white feathers make people feel that their souls have been cleansed and redeemed at a glance. Some people even knelt on the ground and worshiped.
It's like seeing God.
Rommel is a madman, and tonight the whole venue is full of madmen.
But some people have already started contacting to prepare funds, and they are bound to get this treasure.
Some people still raised questions: "How do you prove that these are the wings of an archangel?"