Chapter 90: Black Market

Chapter 90: The Black Market

Zhang Yuanqing once again recalled the backgrounds of his two colleagues: one was a Level 3 Fire Master, a direct descendant of a high-ranking member of the Red Fire Gang; the other was a Level 4 Water Ghost in the Saint realm.

The latter had no background, but a Saint realm? Once he accumulated enough merits, becoming an executor was a certainty.

Saint realm—a being who killed Transcendents like slaughtering dogs.

Hopefully they weren't two difficult colleagues... Zhang Yuanqing paddled his legs, rode his office chair back to his desk, and searched for "Soldier Lord" in the official database.

After carefully browsing, he had a clearer understanding of the organizations of evil professions.

Among the forces formed by evil professions, there was the saying "Three Societies, Two Cults, One Asura." The so-called three societies referred to the three major branches of the Spirit Energy Society, composed of Witch Doctors.

They were the Central Branch, Eastern Branch, and Southern Branch.

The three branches each had their own territories and rarely interacted. Among them, the position of chairman of the Eastern Branch had been vacant for a long time, with Vice-Chairmen Strange Eye Judge and Gu King competing for the chairmanship for years.

The two cults referred to the Void Sect composed of Illusionists, divided into the Southern Cult and Northern Cult based on region.

One Asura referred to the Soldier Lord, composed of Deceiving Demons. The leader of the Soldier Lord was called Asura.

"Sister Guan Ya, why is it 'Three Societies, Two Cults, One Asura' instead of 'One Soldier Lord'?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his confusion to the experienced driver.

Guan Ya turned around gracefully: "Are you looking at the forces of evil professions?"

Zhang Yuanqing said: "Black Impermanence is from the Eastern Branch of the Spirit Energy Society, right? I participated in the arrest operation, so I wanted to take the opportunity to check what evil organizations there are."

Guan Ya nodded, then showed a trace of trance, falling into recollection:

"Asura... when I was little, my mother often scared me with the Asura of the Soldier Lord, and when my mother was little, her mother also often scared her with Asura."

Good grief, Asura is a child-scaring tool passed down through generations in your family? Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly.

"He is an invincible existence among Spirit Realm Walkers, a terrifying existence, like the demon god who will eventually destroy the world in myths and legends. Terrifying, invincible, but extremely distant—that's my impression of him," Guan Ya said.

"How do the Five Alliance Leaders compare to him?" Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously.

Guan Ya thought for a moment and shook her head:

"How can I estimate combat power at that level? But in terms of reputation, the Five Alliance Leaders are far inferior to Asura. And from the saying 'Three Societies, Two Cults, One Asura,' I think the Five Alliance Leaders are not as good as Asura. Well, that's just my opinion."

Wang Tai, who was nearby, interjected: "If there were videos of their fights, I could use data analysis to determine who is stronger between the Alliance Leaders and Asura."

"How could you find a fight video of that level?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "Brother Wang Tai, why don't you analyze who would win in a brawl between Sister Guan Ya and me?"

Wang Tai said seriously:

"Without using props, two of you are no match for her."

Guan Ya shook her head. What an uninteresting man. At this moment, you should answer: Is there any need to ask? There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, never fields that are worn out from plowing.

Yuan Shi is more interesting.

...

Approaching noon, Zhang Yuanqing heard hearty laughter from the first floor:

"Ahahaha, you still remember me? Hello everyone, hello everyone. From now on, I'll come to work often. If you have any problems, just come to me. I'll take care of you..."

The tone was bold, but the voice was crisp and childish. Just listening, Zhang Yuanqing could picture a little girl with her hands on her hips, laughing heartily.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from the steel stairs.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned out to look. First, he saw a girl, very short, probably in second year of middle school. Her features were delicate but not fully developed, with fiery red shoulder-length hair.

She had her hands on her hips and climbed up with a swaggering gait, stomp stomp stomp.

Behind the little girl was a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and casual pants, with black-rimmed glasses. His temperament was gloomy, his hair disheveled. At first glance, he looked like a dark version of Wang Tai.

Wang Tai, is this your brother? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help turning to look at Wang Tai's position.

Wang Tai kept his head down, working, paying no attention to what was happening around him.

Guan Ya stood up with a smile to welcome the two returning colleagues.

"Hello, Sister Guan Ya, I'm back again!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and greeted heartily. Her eyes fell on Zhang Yuanqing, and she said loudly:

"Is he the new colleague? The one who single-handedly charged into the enemy camp and fought with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights, the Primordial Heavenly Lord?"

Huh? When did I fight with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Guan Ya opened her palm toward the girl and introduced her to Zhang Yuanqing:

"Jiang Jingwei, Level 3 Fire Master, 14 years old, still in middle school. Well, you should be studying, right?"

"Not anymore. My dad said studying misleads people, and what schools teach is all bullshit." Jiang Jingwei walked over, stood on tiptoe, and slapped Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder hard, laughing heartily:

"Ahaha, truly talented! From now on, stick with me. I like young people with a sense of justice."

Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder hurt from the slap, and his head buzzed. He felt that it wasn't a 14-year-old girl slapping his shoulder, but a burly, sturdy Lu Zhishen, who would next clasp his hands and say:

Brother!

A girl's body, Lu Zhishen's soul?

At this moment, Jiang Jingwei noticed Wang Tai and was taken aback:

"Eh? Are you also new here?"

Wang Tai: "No, we've met before."

Jiang Jingwei was even more surprised: "Impossible! Why don't I have any impression of you at all?"

Wang Tai: "..."

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to criticize Wang Tai's extraordinary lack of presence or Jiang Jingwei's carefree nature.

Guan Ya continued to introduce:

"This is Senior Teng Yuan, a Level 4 Water Ghost, temporarily acting as squad leader."

Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his attention and said respectfully, "Squad Leader Teng Yuan."

The middle-aged man had dull eyes and an expressionless face, as if lacking enthusiasm for life. He pushed up the glasses on his nose and said in a hollow voice:

"Just to correct you, the name after a Water Ghost's first class change is Plague God."

He nodded to Zhang Yuanqing: "Not bad. Young people are always full of drive and a sense of justice. I appreciate young people like you. But I must also remind you, this is just a job. Always remember that your own life is the most important. How pitiable it is to take risks for work."

Huh? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. This was not the praise of painting pies and injecting chicken blood that he had imagined.

Teng Yuan continued:

"I formulated a new set of rules and regulations overnight. During my temporary tenure as squad leader, everyone must strictly follow these rules. Anyone who violates my rules will be severely punished."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing perked up, thinking to himself: A new broom sweeps clean. The new commanding officer is setting rules.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan pushed up his glasses on his nose, with a negative demeanor and hollow tone, said:

"Rule 1: Overtime is prohibited!

"Rule 2: Paid leave is allowed.

"Rule 3: Clocking in is prohibited.

"Rule 4: No need to get my approval for leave.

"Rule 5: If overtime is absolutely unavoidable, overtime pay will be tripled.

Article 6: Change the two-day weekend to a three-day weekend

“Article 7……”

Zhang Yuanqing’s mouth slowly opened, his expression dazed, his mind buzzing, filled with chaotic thoughts:

Is this really a leader? How could such a leader exist? Could we permanently transfer the True Eye Squad Leader away from his post?

……

The sun set in the west, and the blue sports car drove into the underground parking garage of a hotel.

The black market was three floors below this hotel. Besides the black market, the Boxing King also ran underground boxing matches.

Guan Ya parked the car, opened the door, and said, “We’re here.”

She had put on a long trench coat, hiding her impressive figure, and had changed her high heels for running shoes.

Guan Ya’s explanation was that the Spirit Realm Walkers active in the black market, although all registered, were still unruly, proud, and disregarding of rules as wild walkers, and she was born so beautiful, so stunningly gorgeous.

She would definitely be targeted by lecherous men, causing trouble, so she needed to wear an outer coat.

Zhang Yuanqing thought this woman was as cocky as her cousin, but looking at her rounded peach-like figure, her proud and tall chest, and her delicate, charming face, he could only endure her boasting.

Under Guan Ya’s lead, the two arrived in front of a freight elevator.

At the freight elevator entrance stood a burly, tall man, with a fierce look, scrutinizing the approaching duo.

Guan Ya took a stack of cash from her trench coat pocket and handed it over. This was the “ticket” to enter the black market, ten thousand per person.

The burly man took it and pressed the down button.

The freight elevator doors opened, and Guan Ya led Zhang Yuanqing into the car.

As the car descended, Guan Ya and Zhang Yuanqing put on masks and baseball caps.

With a “ding,” the elevator doors opened, and a stifling air mixed with sweat and smoke, along with a cacophony of noise, rushed towards them.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around. The space outside the elevator was wide; this black market was converted from an underground parking lot, divided into two main areas.

In the left area stood a huge ring, where two shirtless, muscular men were fighting tooth and nail, with the audience below cheering enthusiastically.

Around the periphery were stalls selling drinks and food.

The right area was much quieter, with stalls arranged in order. There weren’t many people browsing the black market; they were scattered and few.

At a certain stall, Zhang Yuanqing saw a familiar face, Boss Lady Bailong, who was leading two underlings as they wandered around the stalls.

“Bailong used to be the ring’s boxing tyrant.”

Guan Ya also noticed her and said with a smile, “She likes to buy things and then fight a few matches, so she can earn back the money she spent. Spirit Realm Walkers are limited by their moral value; making money isn’t hard, but getting rich quickly is, and the materials and artifacts in the spirit realm are exorbitantly priced.”

Exorbitantly priced? Zhang Yuanqing began to worry about his wallet.

The two walked straight to the right area. The things sold at the stalls were very mixed and messy.

They mainly sold materials, information, and strategies. Artifacts were basically not seen, and even if there were, they were artifacts with rather useless functions.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped at a stall, pointed at a jar containing a “dark green paste,” and asked, “What is this?”

He sensed that the paste contained a powerful yin energy.

The stall owner said, “Zombie bodily fluid.”

“How much?”

“50,000.”

“Damn, so expensive?” Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, then pointed at a bright red crystal and said, “And what’s this?”

“Explosive stone from the Fire Master dungeon, a consumable item,” the stall owner said.

“How much?”

The stall owner gave him a glance and said, “Two damns.”

You’re asking for a beating! Zhang Yuanqing: “…”

He scanned the diverse materials on the stall, pondered for a few seconds, and silently summoned Little Dobby.

Only the spirit servant itself knew which material was most compatible.

……