pjbooks Chapter 10 The Black Gold Market
Chapter 10 The Black Gold Market
After leaving home, Chen Yifan's figure disappeared into the twilight of Nanfeng Lane.
He boarded a bus bound for the western district of Jiangcheng.
My mental strength has recovered to 120 points.
He's far from fully recovered, but he's already strong enough to carry out a low-risk "theft".
The beginner dungeon is on Monday, and he doesn't have time to waste.
He needs equipment.
Skills are required.
He needs everything that can make him stronger as quickly as possible.
And all of this stems from the need for money.
If you don't have money, you can only "take" it.
Jiangcheng West District, a gray area of the city, is the nerve center where order and chaos intertwine.
The most famous place here is the "black gold market".
It is not a fixed location.
Instead, it is an underground trading network consisting of dozens of alleyways, like the capillaries of the city, transporting everything that cannot be seen in the light of day.
Are professionals selling their blood-stained loot here?
Purchase drugs of unknown origin.
They exchanged secrets that were either priceless or worthless.
This is a paradise for adventurers, but also a graveyard for novices.
More importantly, the regulars here are generally not nice people.
He didn't feel much psychological pressure.
Soon, Chen Yifan skillfully navigated several neon-lit streets and turned into a narrow alleyway that reeked of the sour smell of sewers.
He stopped, his body blending into the shadows at the alley entrance, like an inconspicuous stone.
At the end of the alley, at the entrance of a place disguised as a scrap metal recycling station, two burly men with cigarettes in their mouths and wary eyes acted as gatekeepers.
He didn't come to buy anything today.
He came to "purchase goods".
"Secret surveillance."
His thoughts, like invisible spider silk, drifted toward a one-eyed man who was negotiating with a guard.
[Target: One-Eyed Dragon, Class: D-Rank Swordsman, Spirit: 65, Stealable Items: Skill: Cleave (E-Rank), a rusty machete, half a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes in his pocket.]
Chen Yifan looked away.
That's terrible.
His spider web then hooked up with a hot woman wearing a leather jacket.
[Target: Fire Rose, Class: D-rank Musketeer, Spirit: 72, Stealable Items: Skill: Precision Shot (D-rank), A modified psionic pistol (poorly maintained)...]
Chen Yifan didn't even bother to make a mental judgment.
He remained in the shadows, like a patient hunter, using his "spying" talent to scan every target in his field of vision again and again.
But the results were largely the same.
They're all low-class scum; the most valuable thing they have is their tools for making a living.
His real goal is skills, talent, and those hidden, invisible "treasures" that can determine life and death.
Time passed by, second by second.
Chen Yifan was not impatient at all; on the contrary, his heartbeat became more and more steady.
He enjoyed the feeling of lurking in the shadows, observing his prey from God's perspective.
Just then, a burst of arrogant laughter pierced the silence at the alley entrance.
"Brother Wei, with that outfit you're wearing, you'll be a force to be reckoned with in the newbie dungeon the day after tomorrow, won't you?"
Several young men in uniform combat gear surrounded a spirited teenager and swaggered over.
The one leading them was Li Wei.
Today, he was wearing a brand-new set of blue-quality equipment, and the gorgeous psionic pistol at his waist practically had the words "I'm rich" engraved on the gun.
Beside him, a figure made Chen Yifan pause slightly.
He was a boy of medium build and average appearance, who always kept his head down and followed half a step behind Li Wei, like a dispensable background figure.
Very strange.
It was the first time he had met her.
Another new lackey?
This young master Li actually has a taste for this.
"Hey, Wei's here!"
"What treasures is Brother Wei looking for today?"
The people in the black market clearly recognized Li Wei, and they all greeted him with smiles.
Li Wei enjoyed the feeling of being fawned over. He held his chin up even higher and surveyed the crowd with his eyes, like a lion king inspecting his territory.
However, his gaze inadvertently drifted towards the shadows at the alley entrance.
Ok?
Li Wei was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, as if he had discovered some unparalleled amusement, his face lit up with undisguised radiance.
He pushed through the crowd and walked straight into the shadows.
"Who do we have here? Isn't this our school's famous 'Double F War God'?"
His voice was shrill and loud, instantly drawing the attention of everyone around him.
"What, coming to the black market to broaden your horizons? Why don't you go in?"
"Oh, I see!" Li Wei clapped his hands exaggeratedly, as if he had figured something out. "Can't get in, right? Haha, you can't get in!"
Li Wei's followers immediately burst into laughter.
Just then, Lin Feng, the boy who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head and took a step forward.
He gave Li Wei a fawning smile.
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, but just enough for everyone around to hear.
"Brother Wei, please don't make things difficult for him."
"A penniless wretch who can't even afford the entrance fee comes here probably to see if anyone has dropped money on the ground."
"After all, he's a 'thief,' and his talent is 'hand speed boost.'"
Lin Feng paused, then changed the subject, his seemingly persuasive words filled with the most vicious sarcasm.
"Maybe they're just practicing their skills. With that hand speed, they're definitely faster at picking up money than anyone else! Hahahaha!"
These words were ten times more vicious than Li Wei's blunt sarcasm!
It accurately and firmly nailed the labels of "thief," "poor man," and "garbage collector" to Chen Yifan's forehead.
The surrounding laughter instantly became even more jarring.
Even the two guards at the entrance to the black market looked at him with disdain and wariness.
Chen Yifan remained leaning against the wall, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
But no one knew that beneath his lowered eyelids, a chilling killing intent was frantically growing.
well.
very good.
To curry favor with their new master, they would even trample on complete strangers ten thousand times.
Chen Yifan's thoughts transformed into a cold thread, landing on Lin Feng, who was jumping the most enthusiastically.
"Secret surveillance."
The next second, a line of golden text, devoid of warmth, left a deep imprint on Chen Yifan's retina.
When you can see the content displayed on the panel.
Even with Chen Yifan's extraordinary mental attributes, his heart still skipped a beat.
The pupils suddenly contracted in the shadows, unnoticed by anyone.
This is!
How could that be?