"The person you like." Zhou Yingxue looked at Ren Xiaosu. "Is it Yang Xiaojin?"
Ren Xiaosu remained silent and did not answer this question.
However, he heard Zhou Yingxue say, "If it's Yang Xiaojin, then I'll admit that she's indeed prettier than me. But didn't you leave Stronghold 88 with Yang Xiaojin? Why didn't I see her around?"
Zhou Yingxue remembered that Ren Xiaosu had gone to the Northern Valley with Yang Xiaojin to exterminate the bandits. After that, Yang Xiaojin never returned.
Ren Xiaosu glanced at Zhou Yingxue. "Don't be a busybody. Have you heard any news about the Saboteurs while you've been in the Central Plains?"
"No." Zhou Yingxue shook her head. "Although the Saboteurs have been active in the Central Plains in recent years, they're more secretive and well-organized than we thought. Some people say that they're hiding in the shadows of an organization and giving commands remotely, but no one knows which organization it is. "
"Alright then." Ren Xiaosu sighed. He had been in the Central Plains for two months, but he had yet to find a single person.
The sounds of fighting in Stronghold 61 finally stopped. The refugees were already sick of watching the commotion in the middle of the night. However, they could not fall asleep even when they returned to their shacks. When they woke up in the morning and went to the factory, they were all yawning with dark circles under their eyes.
But on the way to the factory with their coworkers, they were still discussing last night's battle with great interest. They were even excitedly guessing why the fighting had broken out.
Unlike the gloomy expressions of the stronghold residents, the refugees did not feel that the battle had anything to do with them.
It was as though the refugees and stronghold residents were living in two different worlds. Even their standpoints and values were divided by a huge chasm.
Every time Ren Xiaosu saw these things, he would feel a little emotional. However, Zhou Yingxue didn't care about these things. She only wanted to ask Ren Xiaosu, "Why are they eating potatoes for every meal?"
Ren Xiaosu said carelessly, "Just make do with it. It's good enough to have potatoes to eat."
As he spoke, Ren Xiaosu untied Zhou Yingxue and stuffed two boiled potatoes into Zhou Yingxue's hands. Zhou Yingxue took advantage of this rare free time to move her joints so that her stiff joints could become flexible again.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu was still nagging, "You asked me yesterday why a supernatural being like me would be living in a town? Because I was originally a refugee. You've only eaten two meals of potatoes and already feel like you can't eat anymore. But you don't know that the refugees in the Northwest and Southwest sometimes don't even get to eat potatoes. Who doesn't want to eat white rice and noodles? But do they eat well? "
Zhou Yingxue was stunned for a moment. Then she asked in a low voice, "Do you usually eat potatoes?"
"No." Ren Xiaosu shook his head. "I usually eat out at restaurants. I have money."
Zhou Yingxue was speechless.
At that moment, she wanted to throw the two potatoes in her hands at Ren Xiaosu's face. However, she didn't dare to do so as she really couldn't afford to offend him.
Zhou Yingxue said with a cold expression, "I want to eat out too."
"I think you're daydreaming." Ren Xiaosu chuckled and said, "Do you really think the Wang Clan's people are all good-for-nothings? Do you really think they can just swagger around in town after wreaking havoc in their stronghold?"
For a moment, Zhou Yingxue felt sad. She was a supernatural being after all, so why did she feel so powerless in front of Ren Xiaosu?
Back at Stronghold 88, she had many young and handsome pursuers. She was also one of the best in the Yang Clan's intelligence agency in terms of assassination, intelligence gathering, and infiltration. Otherwise, she wouldn't have escaped the stronghold while the other A-rank hitmen were still fighting for their lives in the stronghold.
But now, such an Extraordinaire had been reduced to eating potatoes to pass his days.
Wait a minute. Zhou Yingxue suddenly asked, "Where did the plants in your backyard come from?"
Zhou Yingxue finally realized something was wrong. She had seen with her own eyes how Ren Xiaosu made the plants spit out the potatoes. That scene nearly subverted everything she knew. Didn't potatoes grow underground?
Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "I already had them when I bought this house."
"Do you think I'll believe you?" Zhou Yingxue said stubbornly.
"Those are the seeds I bought from someone else," Ren Xiaosu said with a chuckle.
"Nonsense, I've never seen anyone selling such strange seeds on the black market." Zhou Yingxue frowned.
"Black market?" Ren Xiaosu's interest was piqued. "There's a black market in the Central Plains?"
"You've never seen a black market before?" Zhou Yingxue was taken aback. "There'll always be underground trading places like this no matter where. The things they sell are all contraband."
"Are there any treasures that can fly in the sky or any legendary magic artifacts? Isn't this the era of supernatural beings? "Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.
"There aren't any of the things you mentioned." Zhou Yingxue rolled her eyes. "The main trades there are firearms and medicine, as well as the Pre-Cataclysm technology that various small groups have dug up from who knows where. Finally, there's also the trade of intelligence. The first cell phone I owned was also bought on the black market. "
Ren Xiaosu said, "You can even buy cell phones from assassins on the black market? How much does a cell phone cost? "
"500,000 yuan each!" Zhou Yingxue said.
Ren Xiaosu was taken aback. "It's that expensive? The reward for a D-rank mission is only 20,000 yuan! "
"But if we get promoted to C-rank, we'll be able to earn it back after completing five missions." Zhou Yingxue said, "Besides, some of these cell phones aren't bought by hitmen. Instead, some of the big shots who are enemies of the Anjing House bought them for self-defense. Although we can't see A-rank missions, we can see B-rank and below missions. If the Anjing House issues a mission, they can prepare in advance."
"Eh, then doesn't the Anjing House know about this?" Ren Xiaosu wondered.
"They don't seem to care," Zhou Yingxue said.
"What else is there on the black market?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"By the way, there are also many hitmen who stay in the black market for a long time. That's because there are the safest hotels there. When the Anjing House issues missions that can be coordinated, the hitmen can form small groups through the hotels and disband after carrying out the mission." Zhou Yingxue said, "For example, the mission at Stronghold 63 two days ago or the mission at Stronghold 61 yesterday can be completed by working together."
Realization dawned on Ren Xiaosu. When he saw the text message, he was still thinking about how the hitmen usually hid their tracks and did not know each other, so how could they possibly work together?
So it turned out that there was another world in this underground organization.
With that, Ren Xiaosu became a little interested in the black market. He wondered what level he was at among the hitmen here. Moreover, there should be a lot of A-rank hitmen there, right? He might even run into people from the Anjing House. Just thinking about it, it was obvious this was a place where supernatural beings gathered.
He was about to complete the mission to take in Zhou Yingxue. When the time came, wouldn't it be great if he could use the Skill Duplication Scroll to copy her skills? He was still thinking about getting the Sweet Dragon Painting skill.
"Take me to the black market in two days," Ren Xiaosu said to Zhou Yingxue.
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