Chapter 118

"Zhaohuan is there."

Hong Ling saw with sharp eyes that Zhao Huan and his men appeared in the main position in the front row of the auction.

Luo Fanxing's eyes drifted coldly to the position where Zhao Huan sat.

Zhao Huan was still arrogant. After sitting down, he sat there lazily, laughing from time to time under the flattery of the people around him.

"Waste." Luo Fanxing said coldly, but her eyes turned to another direction.

"We must not let the wolf fall into the hands of this Zhaohuan." Hong Ling made a noise and noticed that Luo Fanxing's eyes looked away. She glanced at them and frowned slightly: "that direction is the VIP of the underground market. They are all very important people. They will be received to that place alone. You can't see anything here."

"Really?" Luo Fanxing's mouth gently stirred up.

Although she couldn't see anything, the innate sense of vigilance reminded her that someone was staring at them behind the screen.

It seems that the underground market is not so boring!

The auction lasted about an hour, and an iron cage covered with black cloth was carried on the auction platform.

"Everyone must know that the wolf is a very bloody species, and among all the wolves, the White Wolf, which has always been known as the wolf king, is a rare thing in the world..." the voice of the auction host came.

"The stars are wolves." Hong Ling's voice sank, and her subordinates consciously pulled the armrest of the chair close to her.

Luo Fanxing finally raised his eyes and looked at the auction table when he heard the sound.

"Next, let's witness the rare pure white wolf in the world..." as the host's voice fell, the black cloth was lifted.

With the light, we saw the white figure in the cage.

"Pure white!"

"No specks!"

"Sure enough, it's a pure white wolf. The coat color is really beautiful!"

Some people immediately began to praise.

"I believe you are as shocked by the beauty of the white wolf as I am. The white wolf is still young. If domesticated, it will be a very rare pet." The host raised his voice: "the starting price of white wolf is onemillion, and the increase range is onehundredthousand. Now start bidding..."

"1.1 million."

"1.2 million."

"1.3 million..."

Soon, some people began to shout, and the voices of all kinds of bids kept coming.

"Damn..."

Hong Ling looked at the bidders and her expression sank.

Those who can enter the underground market must be the owners who do not lack money. In addition, the little wolf is a rare pure white wolf in the world, and the competition is very fierce.

After a while, the price was called threemillion yuan.

The price of threemillion yuan is the price shouted by Zhao Huan sitting in the front row.

When Zhaohuan's threehundredandthousand dollars came out, the people who were bidding with him became quiet.

Luo Fanxing's dark eyes stared at the little wolf on the auction table.

The little figure was locked in an iron cage. All kinds of noise around him made the little guy tremble in the cage.

Looking at the white figure, Luo Fanxing remembered Xi'er who had been with her when she was still Yan.

Xi'er was the little wolf she saved from an arms dealer when she was on a mission. Xi'er was about the same size as the present little wolf at that time.

Xi'er has been with her for many years and has become her best partner.

But... Xi'er finally died at the hands of Xingyuan.

Thinking of Xi'er, Luo Fanxing's eyes darkened.

"Fivemillion." Luo stars make a cold sound.

As soon as the words came out, the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone was quiet, and many people looked around to know who the fivemillion people were.

When Zhao Huan heard that someone dared to shout with him, he immediately stood up.

"Who paid five million?" Zhao Huan glanced at the audience and snorted, "I'll pay sixmillion yuan, young master."

The audience was silent again, and all the people focused on Zhaohuan, the prince of the Zhao family.

It is well known that Zhao Huan has money. Zhao Huan likes to buy some wild animals for fighting and gambling, which is also public information in the underground market.

Therefore, the white wolf was taken in by Zhao Huan. It was a certainty that he would take it away.

Everyone was shocked that someone dared to argue with Zhao Huan.

Even if the white wolf is rare, it is a sky high price to reach fivemillion. In a twinkling of an eye, it will become sixmillion.

When the host heard Zhao Huan's price, he hit the hammer.

"Sixhundredmillion times."

"Eight million." This time, Hong Ling held up the sign.

Eightmillion!!!

All the people in the audience focused on Hong Ling and sighed that someone would pay $8million.

Even the host did not expect such a situation.

"Eight million for the first time!" With a bang, the hammer struck the auction table.

Zhao Huan's expression was a little broken, especially when he saw that the person who was shouting about the price was the woman who had just failed to stir it up.

"Nine million." Zhaohuan bid again, his eyes fixed on Hong Ling's direction and became fierce.

"Ten million."

After receiving Luo Fanxing's signal, Hong Ling bid again.

Ten million!

Ten million already!

Everyone present was shocked by this scene.

Did the prince of the Zhao family meet his opponent?

The price increase was only 100000 at a time, but now it has increased by millions!

This is not the way to play with money!

Zhao Huan's expression is completely black. He has never been unable to get what he likes. Does this woman want to compete with him? Hehe, if you dare to fight with Zhao Huan, you won't be afraid that you can't even get out of the underground market?

"Twelve million." Zhaohuan bid again, staring at Hong Ling with hate.

This woman, tonight, he will not let her go.

Luo Fanxing's eyes were cold, and Zhao Huan's shouting was like a clown in her eyes, which was not worth mentioning at all.

"Fifteen..."

Hong Ling held her hand in time: "stars, the price is far beyond the reasonable range. This man surnamed Zhao is obviously intentional. If we continue to fight with him like this, we will only raise the price higher. This is not good."

Luo Fanxing stared at the auction table with firm eyes: "that's Xi'er's child. It's worth it."

"But..."

Hong Ling tried to dissuade her, but just then, a deep voice came from the special seat upstairs.

"Thirty million."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the audience lost their voice.

The direction of the sound is a special seat in the underground market. It is not a place where you can sit with money.

It's just a young white wolf. Someone even offered $30 million!

This man is not crazy!

Thirty million!, It has exceeded the estimated price of the original auction by more than ten times.