In the crowded market, Meng Chao, who had changed his appearance, easily managed to steal eight emblems in passing.
These emblems were made of the lowest quality metal to imitate the totems of the families. They did not contain real totem power, so they were not very useful.
Even if he lost them, they would not cause too much of a commotion.
But it was enough to prove that the person who wore the emblem was a servant of a rich family. They came out to work for their master, and they were the so-called house rats. They had the right to buy large amounts of supplies and rare resources, and they could also go to some special occasions.
As the saying went, dogs relied on their master's power.
The rich families who had occupied Black Corner City for generations, such as the Bloodhoof Family and the Iron Skin Family, did not raise a house rat that a poor warrior from a poor village could bully at will.
These emblems helped Meng Chao successfully buy more miscellaneous materials.
He created stronger anesthetics, muscle relaxants, and nerve agents.
He created simple flash bombs, smoke bombs, and all sorts of tools that Ghost Assassins could not do without when they carried out their missions. They were also lethal weapons that could kill without spilling blood.
However, Meng Chao did not buy the most sensitive raw materials.
It was not just a matter of money.
He did not want to leave behind any clues that would allow others to quickly locate him.
So, he mostly used the method of fishing in troubled waters.
He found the raw materials he needed in the market, but they were sensitive and expensive, so it was not convenient for him to buy them directly.
He lurked by the side and waited patiently for a suitable target in the bustling streets.
Most of the high-grade orcs were hot-tempered and hot-tempered people who loved using their fists to solve problems.
Their population increased by ten times, and their living space instantly became very tight. The friction between their manes and claws caused the high-grade orcs, who had violent genes in their blood, to be filled with a thick smell of gunpowder.
Quite a number of warriors who did not have pure bloodlines and had the characteristics of various beasts mixed in their bodies or had just been converted from rat people might not have said it, but they were actually very sensitive to their strange appearances.
Hence, in the crowded downtown, when two high-grade orcs passed by each other, they would often have this conversation.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at the horns on your pig head!"
Then, there would be clanging sounds of fists and kicks.
Fortunately, most of the high-grade orcs had thick skin and were very resistant to beatings.
Furthermore, there was an advantage to it. It was a small matter, and he wouldn't hold a grudge. He would just let it go after the fight.
He also had the habit of "no discord, no concord". When he realized that the other party was a good man who was on par with him, he would immediately throw the small conflict to the back of his mind. He would drink with bruises all over his face and even become good friends who could entrust their lives to each other.
This personality brought great convenience to Meng Chao.
Through ingenious exertion of force, he could easily create chaos in the crowd, causing a high-level Orc to accidentally step on another high-level Orc's foot, or causing a shorter Orc to fiercely ram his horn into a taller Orc's chest, causing a chaotic battle.
Both sides were in high spirits, and the entire street was in a mess. The shops and stalls on both sides were naturally affected as well.
Then, Meng Chao would have a lot of chances to take away the raw materials needed to complete a shocking case without anyone noticing.
At the same time, all kinds of props, materials, and weapons were being prepared.
He also obtained more information about his target from the mouths of the odd-job workers.
Gradually, he figured out the target's movement pattern.
In the end, he locked onto his target on the street outside the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena.
Big Barker.
This person who was known as Heavy Machete was a typical warrior of the clan.
His main job was to watch the fights in the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena and maintain order to prevent the conflict between the excited spectators from escalating. He would also jump into the arena to attack the exhausted and injured gladiators who had just finished fighting. He would also control the Origins Warriors, just like the other day.
Sometimes, he would also act as a gladiator and teach a lesson to the newbies who had just come from a small place and had never seen the might of the Blood Hoof Clan.
Sometimes, he would also join the recruitment team and leave Black Corner City to carry out missions in the rat people's villages to escort back groups of recruits and slaves.
Once he completed his mission, he would call his friends and go to the gambling dens and taverns around the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena to have fun.
It was the same for most of the high-grade orcs.
Big Buck's vigilance was not too strong.
The totem armor that covered half of his body gave him enough capital to act as he pleased in his own territory.
It was not impossible for him to win against or even kill this totem warrior in the armor.
The problem was, how to do it quietly?
And before more totem warriors of the Blood Hoof Clan arrived, he had to snatch his totem armor.
This was the busiest place in the entire Black Corner City.
The recent recruitment had increased the liveliness and crowdedness of the place by ten times.
There were Ox-heads and Horse-faces everywhere, and there was a huge crowd.
Even though Big Barker was not deliberately vigilant, most of the time, he was either with his clansmen or in the gambling dens and taverns where he was exposed to the eyes of the crowd.
Meng Chao could not kill and rob people in the crowded gambling dens.
He had to find an opportunity when Big Barker was alone.
It would be best if it was at a relatively quiet time and place.
After observing patiently for three days, he finally found a loophole.
Meng Chao noticed that every two days, after he drank and gambled with his companions, when his companions went to engage in the paid breeding behavior that was mainly for leisure and entertainment, Big Barker would always find an excuse to leave.
This was not normal.
No matter how one looked at him, Big Buck did not look like a righteous gentleman.
The culture of the Turan people did not treat this as a shameful scandal that needed to be covered up.
It was just a normal biological need. It was the same for men and women. There was nothing to hide.
Also, after Big Barker parted ways with his companions, he did not immediately return to the Blood Skull Fighting Field.
Instead, he sneaked into the depths of the alleys that were as complicated as a maze.
After a few turns, he disappeared behind a door with a pair of rabbit ears drawn on it.
If Big Barker had not led the way, Meng Chao would not have known that there was such a quiet place that was separated by a wall from the bustling market.
Even the high-grade orcs who snuck into the place changed from their usual swaggering and loud voices, as if they were afraid that others could not hear them.
All of them tiptoed around sneakily and even used masks and hooded cloaks to hide their features, as if they were thieves.
"What is this place, and what do rabbit ears mean?"
Meng Chao's curiosity was piqued.
He activated Walking Corpse and reduced his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature to the minimum. Then, like a chameleon, he quietly climbed onto the roof and listened for a long time.
Coupled with the gossip that the labourers told him, it seemed to be the unique hobby of the dignified masters of the clan.
Meng Chao came to a realization.
This was a "sugar house".
High-grade orcs loved to eat sugar.
It was not that they craved sweetness.
Instead, it was all sorts of honey, fructose, and sucrose extracted from the plants and insect colonies that grew together with the Mandala Tree. They contained a lot of energy, nutrients, and trace elements.
Just like condensed milk, they were all natural high-calorie nutritional fluids and gene medicine.
Using thick honey and condensed milk to dip in Golden Fruits or roasted totem beast meat to eat was the best enjoyment a warrior could have after he was exhausted from fighting to the death.
However, "Sugar House" didn't mean "a place that sold honey and condensed milk" literally.
Instead, it was a very unique place that did not have reproduction as its main goal. It was a place where people paid to reproduce.
If it was a normal brothel, there was no need for it to be so secretive, and it was even set up in such a quiet place.
The atmosphere in Turanze was very open.
They were indifferent to life and death, and if they were not happy, they would fight. There was more than one explanation for the second half of the sentence.
The problem was, the people of Turanze had a tradition where the strong were respected, and the strong were beautiful. They had to have the courage to challenge the strong, and the more they suffered, the braver they became, and the more they fought, the stronger they became.
In the eyes of the mainstream, the longer the fangs, the thicker the fur, and the larger the body, the more popular they were.
This was especially true for males.
Conquering females who were bigger than them was the only way to show off their manliness and the courage to not be afraid of violence.
For example, if a bull-headed warrior could conquer a pure-blooded female warrior with an elephant head, it would be something worth bragging about for three days and three nights.
But what about conquering female bull-headed warriors? It was so-so and barely satisfactory.
But if he did not look for a female warrior with eight arms, a bull-headed warrior, or a female warrior with a wild boar who was about the same size as him, but a small and petite catwoman or rabbit woman …
Then, he would be done for.
Not only would he be laughed at by others for bullying the weak, he would not have the spirit of a Turanze warrior to become stronger when he faced the strong and challenge his limits.
In fact, people would even suspect his size and abilities.
It would be a societal death!
Hence, the brothels that were open on the streets did not differentiate between men and women. Most of them were tall, built, and had fur that was the width of a palm.
Forget about their fighting strength, at the very least, based on their appearances, they were all fierce, powerful fighters.
Their methods of attracting customers were also stone chains, punching sandbags, shouting, and exuding a strong bestial presence.
That was why even after Meng Chao scanned the streets eight times, he could not tell that it was a brothel for brothels.
However, the people of Turanze were still humans.
As long as they were humans, they would have all sorts of strange tastes.
Everyone had their own preferences, after all.
People who liked catwomen and rabbit women were light, had smooth skin, had folded ears, and had furry tails. They existed no matter what era or planet they were in.
This sort of hobby could not be revealed to the public.
But as long as there was profit to be made, the smart merchants would not let go of the chance to earn money.
The sugar houses that were opened in the depths of the alleys were a gray area between the public's beauty and the hobby of the minority.
Meng Chao did not expect that the seemingly mighty and strong Bull-Headed Warrior Big Buck was also a catwoman lover.
He was too weak and did not have the spirit of a Turanze warrior!
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