Chapter 134 Obtaining Dragon Blood at the Auction House
Qiao Mei saw the concern in Ao Cang's golden eyes, chuckled, and then stopped looking at Cong Lie, instead asking him to take them directly to the underground auction house.
On her way downstairs, she quietly and truthfully told Ao Cang why she had been watching Cong Lie for so long.
"I just find it a bit surprising that he is so young, yet his strength far surpasses that of his peers. Isn't he only twenty-one? According to the conventions here in the interstellar world, the highest level of strength is usually at the level of Sacred Beast Apprentice or Beast Tamer, but he directly entered the levels of Sacred Beast Master and Beast Tamer. There's no other meaning behind it."
She said that mainly because even though Cong Lie's right half of his face was bandaged with black bandages, the exposed left half of his face was not ugly; in fact, it could be described as handsome.
But that kind of handsomeness is a kind of tough guy handsomeness, except that compared to the average tough guy, he lacks the prominent muscles and tanned skin.
Sure enough, after hearing Qiao Mei's explanation, the concern that had been in Ao Cang's golden eyes quickly vanished without a trace, and he gave a muffled "hmm".
Black market auction houses are usually busiest at night.
It was only a little before 3 p.m. when Qiao Mei and her group arrived at the location. They didn't see many guests, let alone many staff members.
She told Cong Lie about the characteristics of the appraiser that Ao Cang had told him about before, and soon they found the person.
"Mr. Cong? What brings you here...?"
The appraiser clearly recognized Cong Lie. Upon seeing him, he became more respectful and even stopped what he was doing.
Cong Lie glanced at Qiao Mei, gesturing for her to step forward and explain their purpose.
Qiao Mei took out the black card containing 30 million interstellar coins that Ao Cang had given her and asked him directly where the bottle of blood had gone.
The appraiser remembers this incident very clearly because the mental disorder that had plagued him for many years was completely cured, which is no small matter.
Furthermore, after he released the news, he received many reservations from powerful figures who wanted to auction off the blood. The share of the reservation fees he received was substantial, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he made a fortune.
So even though some time has passed, he can still remember it immediately.
He looked at the black card handed to him and a bad feeling crept into his mind.
"Who are you to that guest? What are you trying to do?"
Qiao Mei handed the black card forward a bit: "You don't need to know who I am to him. You just need to tell me where the blood is, and I'll refund your money. I didn't spend a single interstellar coin."
Upon hearing that she had indeed come to return the goods, the smile that had been on the appraiser's face vanished instantly.
He didn't even take the black card, but explained the rules of the black market auction house.
Basically, once the goods are confirmed to be sold, you can take them back, but only through auction.
Auction houses have never had, and could never have, such a precedent of refunding money and taking back goods.
Qiao Mei wasn't in a hurry. She turned to look at Cong Lie, her crimson eyes clearly asking him what to do.
Cong Lie asked Qiao Mei to go out for a moment, as he had something to say to the appraiser privately.
Although he said that, Qiao Mei saw that he was filled with a strong killing intent, and his whole body was like a sword about to be drawn, full of murderous aura.
She nodded, glanced at the appraiser whose face was already quite pale, and then led Ao Cang out of the reception room and found a place to sit down outside.
She then turned on her personal terminal and told Xu Wenfeng about how his prized student's apprentice had brought her to the underground auction house.
Xu Wenfeng replied quickly, saying that Cong Lie was very talented and that he had continued the decisive and efficient work style that his prized student always had. Qiao Mei breathed a sigh of relief.
I feel that there's hope for getting back the Dragon Blood this time.
Inside the reception room.
The appraiser looked at the dagger, formed from the psychic power of a metal-type familiar, pressed against his neck. Although his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his expression remained very calm.
"Aren't you afraid our boss will cause you trouble by doing this? Even if you represent the gambling house, you can't do this overstep your master's authority... "
A hint of impatience flashed in Cong Lie's eagle eyes. He exerted a bit of force with the dagger in his hand, and instantly a red line of blood appeared on the appraiser's neck.
"I did this after consulting my master. If you keep arguing, I won't hesitate to send you to your death. Anyway, there are plenty of appraisers at the auction house, so one more won't make a difference."
"Are you crazy?! Murder is a crime!!"
Cong Lie scoffed coldly, glancing out the window at the old and chaotic black market, and replied as if listening to a joke: "Of course I know murder is illegal, but that's in places guarded by interstellar police. Have you forgotten what kind of place this is?"
As the young man spoke, he pushed the dagger in his hand forward a little further.
It was just a hair's breadth away from severing the appraiser's carotid artery.
The black market is not bound by interstellar law; people die there every day, yet nobody cares.
The appraiser, remembering this, and seeing the murderous intent in Cong Lie's eyes that was not a joke, finally became afraid.
With pale lips, he revealed that the blood had already been reserved by the royal family and the federal army, and that the blood was being guarded by people sent by the auction house owner, and was no longer under his control.
"So now, can you move the dagger away?"
This was something Cong Lie hadn't expected.
After hearing that the vial of blood had been sold for a high price of 30 million interstellar coins, he was puzzled as to why it could be sold for such a high price.
Now it's said that people from the royal family and the federal army have taken a liking to this thing, so they asked the appraiser what the purpose of this bottle of blood is.
"Drinking it can completely cure the problem of mental disorder. You brought that little girl here, and she didn't tell you?"
Cong Lie didn't reply to the appraiser. He pursed his lips, turned around, and left the reception room to see Qiao Mei.
When Qiao Mei saw that his hands were empty and his expression was somewhat serious, her heart, which had just settled back into her stomach, started to race again.
"What's wrong?"
Cong Lie looked at her small face, which was almost hidden under her black baseball cap, and told her the details.
"Let's get out of here first." Cong Lie glanced warily at the gazes coming from almost all directions, his expression growing more serious.
Qiao Mei also noticed that people were looking in her direction.
Ao Cang, who had been obediently tucking the dragon's body into her clothes the whole time, without even the dragon's head showing, pressed it in even further to make sure it was more secure before catching up with Cong Lie, who was striding ahead.
Ao Cang was already nestled against Qiao Mei's chest, and when she pressed him like that, his entire dragon head was filled with the scent of roses from her body, and his dragon body was pressed against her even softer skin, making his dragon head dizzy and his dragon claws subconsciously reach out to grab her flesh.
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