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Chapter 1026 - 540: Not a Fierce Dragon Does Not Cross the River_3

Chapter 1026: Chapter 540: Not a Fierce Dragon Does Not Cross the River_3

Yan Fei liked to cut through the mess swiftly. Seeing that no one was speaking, he took initiative, "The bid is ten million, does anyone want to offer more?"

He asked and paused briefly. Seeing that people around were still in shock, he continued, "Since no one’s offering more, then this Tibetan Mastiff is mine!"

Bending down, he unfastened the collar from the black lion’s neck and patted its head, "Come, let’s go home."

Parting the crowd, just like that, one man and one mastiff walked out with great swagger.

Originally, the onlookers thought that the one who brought out the black pearl was an unfamiliar face, all with an attitude of ’this is going to be a good show’.

But no one expected the situation to unfold like this. In the blink of an eye, the man was leading, no, was taking the black lion away!

Strangely, although it seemed like he did nothing, just taking the black lion and walking away, the crowd subconsciously made way for them.

Especially when watching the man and mastiff together, it looked harmonious yet paradoxical. It was as if a laid-back young man was comfortably walking his pet dog on a street; at the same time, it was like a lion king on an endless savanna, casually surveying its domain...

This peculiar feeling made the woman in red wave her hand twice, but she didn’t manage to call out for them to stop.

Heizi, the clever one, was shocked by the day’s events, but once Yan Fei took action, it was as if he’d found his dependable person. Seeing Yan Fei casually walking the black lion outside, Heizi didn’t say a word and dashed out, sprinting towards their new ride.

When Yan Fei came out, he saw the headlights of his new car already on, slowly emerging from the parking lot.

The space in the Mercedes Benz S600 was quite large, but so was the black lion. It was a bit of a squeeze getting in, but the black lion, though not very smart, knew that obeying Yan Fei was crucial and reluctantly let itself be stuffed into the back seat.

Yan Fei opened the door to the passenger seat and sat down, "Drive, let’s go home."

Heizi didn’t hesitate and drove towards the distant highway, only speaking after they’d reached the main road, "Brother Fei, what about our money? And that pearl you brought out?"

"Relax!" Yan Fei was very composed. "What’s ours will never be lost; it will come back sooner or later."

He wasn’t worried at all that Chen Yingjun would swallow his money and belongings— even if he had the guts, he’d need to have the capability to do so.

Moreover, Chen Yingjun was definitely a clever man. At least compared to most, he understood a basic truth: money is made to be earned, and no matter how much, it’s an external possession. You have to let go when you must. To put oneself at risk for money is not what a clever person would do.

It was only when both cars had reached the main road that the dog-fighting ring truly exploded into commotion.

Someone cried out incredulously, "The mastiff king of Black Gold City was taken away by an outsider?"

Another was shouting, "Who is that kid? How can we let him take away our mastiff king?"

Basically, there were all sorts of shouts; just then, everyone was shocked by Yan Fei’s casual and unassuming manner, crushing a valuable black pearl. Now, after he left, they felt somewhat cowardly, so those who were more shocked, shouted loudest— if not, how could they cover up their earlier timidity?

As for Young Master Yang, he stood up unruffled, flicked his jacket twice, then wore an air of tedium as if the recent events had been swept away with that casual flick, "Time to go, how boring!"

This level of composure set him apart from the noisy crowd, truly on a different level.

Others might not have noticed him, but the voice that had been competing bids with him rang out again, "Young Master Yang, don’t leave! The mastiff king of Black Gold City has been taken by an outsider. Isn’t this the case of a dragon crossing the river? And now you, Young Master Yang, just clap your hands and leave? We’re like a dragon without a head."

Young Master Yang paused, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, "Mastiff king? It’s but an empty title. Even if a fierce dragon crosses the river, to me, it’s like a floating cloud."

Without stopping, he continued to walk out with the two attendants following behind him.

Behind him, the voice continued ranting, "Pretending, the number one pretender of Black Gold City. An empty title, yet you bid against me? You’ve swept our faces to the ground with your floating cloud talk, and still talk of floating clouds?"

Young Master Yang, as if turning a deaf ear, swept his sleeve and walked away without a trace.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Chen Yingjun was feeling a mix of immense excitement and great anxiety.

The excitement was because he originally worried that after Yan Fei auctioned the black lion, someone else would stir up trouble, or even attempt to intercept and force a deal. With this group of rich kids, such an event was entirely possible.

If they hadn’t brought enough money and the lion was bought by an outsider, they would have definitely created a roadblock.

But because of Yan Fei’s earlier display, those loudmouths weren’t moving much—after all, Yan Fei was the formidable dragon that had just crossed the river, and with these people not having a clue about him, they wouldn’t rashly cause any trouble.

Further, the bid price was indeed terrifying. Even if they were to intercept, at most they would force a purchase or sale, truly committing robbery was unlikely. After all, the black lion’s reputation was so significant that if it stayed in Black Gold City, no matter whose hands it was in, it would be impossible to hide.

Not worried about someone intercepting halfway, Chen Yingjun had every reason to be excited.

As for his great anxiety, that was also a certainty, as many people around were making a ruckus, inquiring about who exactly had bought the black lion.

That wasn’t all. The red leather-clad woman was furiously clutching Chen Yingjun’s collar, "Tell me, where’s that man from? He doesn’t look old, but he’s quite fierce, huh! Speak now or sell that black pearl directly to me. Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you; we’ll exchange money for goods..."