Death of a Celestial Dragon

That was what he thought at that moment.

He knew the Celestial Dragons' temperament all too well.

The first bid could have been dismissed as a rash impulse in the heat of the moment. The second, however, was clearly deliberate.

No matter how greedy he was, he would never offend a Celestial Dragon for a mere few hundred million Beli.

Sure enough, things went exactly as he expected.

"Brat, do you have a death wish?"

Saint Kordwood drew the golden pistol at his waist, spun around, and aimed it at Kuta, his face brimming with malice.

"What?"

Kuta, who had been watching the stage, turned to look at Saint Kordwood for the first time.

There was not a flicker of emotion in his azure eyes, as though the gun in Saint Kordwood's hand did not exist. His

lips curled into a mocking smile, and his voice was even more scornful.

"Can't outbid me, so you're going to shoot me?"

"Heh!"

"So much for the Celestial Dragons!"

He chuckled, his tone growing even more derisive. "If that's all the money you Celestial Dragons have, you should go home and stay hidden instead of coming out here to embarrass yourselves."

"Hahahahaha!"

At that moment, one could have heard a pin drop in the hall.

Everyone, whether they recognized Kuta or not, stared at him, listening to his utterly scornful words with horror written across their faces.

Never in their lives had they seen someone so utterly unafraid of death.

Even those who knew Kuta were astonished by his behavior.

Earlier, his identity had shocked them. Now, his suicidal behavior stunned them.

It never occurred to them that Kuta might attack a Celestial Dragon.

After all, this was a Celestial Dragon!

So they neither left their seats nor fled.

Instead, they watched Saint