The area around Cheng Shuili, which had been extremely crowded just a moment ago, was now completely devoid of any beastman's shadow.
Only the cat beastman standing at the entrance of the Trading Post remained, occasionally casting a wary glance her way, and...
Cheng Shuili narrowed her eyes. The other humans at the Trading Post...
These people were all walking toward her, acting in unison.
She was all too familiar with the expressions on those human players: greedy, calculating, and eager to strike. Like hyenas in the wilderness catching the scent of blood, they were gathering around her from every corner of the Trading Post.
Cheng Shuili silently hung her assault rifle on her body and tucked the bullets into the magazine pouch on her tactical belt.
What else was there to do?
Cheng Shuili thought for a moment and finally remembered the purpose of her trip: to buy rice.
Right.
And she needed to see which fruit was cheap so she could buy one for Liang Shanbo.
Cheng Shuili scanned the few people approaching her. The closest one was a bald man wearing a tattered down jacket over a filthy sweater that looked like it hadn't been changed in ages.
A hideous scar ran across his right eyebrow bone, and he certainly didn't look like a good person.
He pretended to browse the goods at a beastman's stall while actually closing in on her with slow but steady steps.
On the other side, two players were whispering to each other, eyeing Cheng Shuili while moving in her direction.
Cheng Shuili knew these people were ill-intentioned, but she had no intention of wasting time on them, as they were not a threat at all.
Setting aside the powerful weapon she had just acquired, Cheng Shuili's attributes were far superior to everyone else's.
None of them carried weapons; if a fight broke out, it would be pure hand-to-hand combat.
In a fight, taking a punch wasn't a big deal.
With her physical stamina and strength far exceeding that of an ordinary person, she was more than capable of taking a hit.
She glanced at where the food stalls were located.
If she got back early, she could drive a bit further.
After all, every little bit counts, right?
Ignoring the people walking quickly toward her, she turned and headed for the raccoon beastman's stall that sold rice.
The raccoon beastman's stall was simple: a piece of red cloth was spread out in front, with several bags of rice neatly arranged on top.
"Hello, human! You little human who just made a big deal with the Rat King, are you interested in my rice? I can give you a discount!"
Rat King?
That title was quite fitting.
Cheng Shuili nodded and asked, "How many game coins for a catty of rice?"
The raccoon beastman seemed very happy, perhaps because this human had just traded with the Rat King, which meant she was definitely different from other humans.
This human had strength!
She could definitely afford the game coins!
Perhaps business would pick up today.
The raccoon beastman held up eight fingers with one hand and three with the other, smiling as he said, "The original price is 83 game coins per kilogram, but I'll give you a discount for 80 game coins per kilogram."
Cheng Shuili was shocked by the price. 40 game coins for just one catty of rice?
Although a carrot at the Trading Post did cost 10 game coins, a whole pack of toast in the beastman town only cost seven game coins!
Cheng Shuili realized belatedly that prices in the beastman town seemed to be cheaper than at the Trading Post.
Could it be because there was a threshold for entering the beastman town?
Cheng Shuili fell silent, nodded, and turned to leave.
The raccoon beastman was all too familiar with that look of disappointment. Every human who had come to ask for prices these past few days had worn this expression after hearing the cost.
What was the meaning of this!?
Were his goods really that expensive?
Even if other humans thought it was expensive, this human shouldn't!
This human had just traded with the Rat King. The Rat King's voice was so loud that he could hear it clearly from so far away.
This human had just gotten her hands on 5,000 game coins!
That was 5,000!
What was the problem with spending a little on rice?
The raccoon beastman was very annoyed. He wanted to grab Cheng Shuili and force the sale, but unfortunately, they stall owners had rules and regulations.
He could only watch Cheng Shuili leave, full of resentment.
Cheng Shuili was on her way to the Ten Thousand Beasts Chamber of Commerce to check the market before deciding where to buy.
Just as she turned, the people who had been eyeing her aggressively surrounded her.
The man with the scar grabbed her shoulder directly and reached out to snatch the rifle hanging from her neck.
Cheng Shuili remained expressionless, curled her lip slightly, and spat out two words: "Let go."
The man with the scar grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged, yellow teeth: "Little sister, you can't handle such good stuff. If you hand it over to your brother voluntarily, I'll protect you from now on, understand?"
He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to pat Cheng Shuili's face.
But he saw that the girl in front of him wasn't afraid at all; instead, she reached out and seized his wrist.
"Yo, little sister is quite proactive."
The man with the scar leaned in closer, his breath foul.
Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Shuili exerted force.
"Snap."
The crisp sound of bone fracturing was particularly jarring within the Trading Post.
The man with the scar's sinister grin froze on his face, replaced by twisted agony. His wrist was bent at an impossible angle, with white bone shards piercing through his skin.
"Ah!" Just as his scream escaped, Cheng Shuili's foot kicked heavily into his abdomen.
The man with the scar curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp, vomit spewing from his mouth.
The entire Trading Post went silent instantly.
Cheng Shuili shook the blood off her hand and looked at the other players who had been closing in.
They froze in place, their faces deathly pale.
"Anything else?" she asked.
The group took a step back in unison.
Cheng Shuili turned and scanned her surroundings. At the Trading Post entrance, the cat beastman's ears pricked up in alert, his claws already resting on the police baton at his waist.
"Fighting is prohibited within the Trading Post."
The cat beastman warned, but he had no intention of stepping in to stop her.
Cheng Shuili shrugged: "Just self-defense."
She glanced regretfully at the man with the scar on the ground; letting such a person live was truly frustrating for Justice Cheng.
Cheng Shuili stepped over the convulsing man with the scar and walked straight toward the Ten Thousand Beasts Chamber of Commerce shop.
It was as luxurious as ever. Standing behind the wooden counter was a fox beastman dressed in refined clothing, his eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses flickering with shrewd light.
It wasn't the dog beastman from last time.
"Welcome to the Ten Thousand Beasts Chamber of Commerce, honored guest." The fox bowed slightly, "I heard you just completed a big deal with the Rat King?"
Cheng Shuili raised an eyebrow: "You heard about that too?"
The fox chuckled, his pointed ears twitching with delight: "I couldn't help it; the Rat King's voice is just too loud. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Hu Lailai, the manager of the Ten Thousand Beasts Chamber of Commerce at Trading Post No. 3."
She elegantly adjusted her glasses: "Considering you are our potential Tier 3 VIP customer, I can offer you a more special discount. For example..."
She lowered her voice, "I noticed you went to ask about the price of rice earlier. We can give you a lower price here."
"What price?"
Cheng Shuili went straight to the point.
"30 game coins per catty; this is a special price for you." Hu Lailai smiled, raising her hand slightly to have the rice brought up, looking extremely elegant: "In addition, this price can be stacked with your existing VIP discount."
Cheng Shuili was thoughtful.
This price was indeed good. She had previously spent 3,999 game coins, and she was only 1 game coin away from reaching Tier 2 VIP, which would grant her a 20% discount.
After the 20% discount, the rice would be 24 game coins per catty.
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