Chapter 26 - Emergency Power Supply

“Ouch, why am I so unlucky?

I haven’t even properly experienced this game and already I’ve kicked the bucket.

My dreams of making a fortune, just begun and already shattered—any big brother got a spark to save this little bro?

I’m willing to go through fire and water for him.”

Some of the players at the scene started wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves.

“Enough, save it.

Talking about sparks, you know on the biggest forum right now, someone’s offering a whopping 1M to buy one?

What kind of astronomical figure is that?

Selling you wouldn’t even make that much money, and even if you were brought back to life, you might just bite the dust in the next second—and there goes the 1M down the drain.”

“Damn, that expensive?

Isn’t this robbery?”

“That’s right, protest!

How do we file a complaint against the game’s operators?”

“Count me in.”

Suddenly, the entire Star Game Cafe was filled with the cries of over a hundred eliminated players, shouting excitedly.

“Everyone, please calm down, don’t be so agitated.”

Xiao An and the other girls hurriedly tried to appease the players present, to little effect.

At the scene, each player had a bellyful of anger.

“Guys, it’s just a game, don’t let those illusory things affect reality.

Otherwise, everything will seem meaningless.

I’ve prepared a cup of iced tea for everyone, cool down a bit.

Watch the videos others have posted and learn from them.”

At that moment, a woman walked down the stairs—a tall figure with an extremely hot body, wearing a red fur one-piece dress, red high heels, black hair cascading down, her eyes filled with limitless allure.

“Sister Lan.”

Xiao An and the others turned their heads and cried out in surprise.

The players present calmed down upon seeing Sister Lan, looking a bit embarrassed as they responded.

“Thank you, Sister Lan.”

Su Mo couldn’t help but take another look at the woman called Sister Lan—such a strong presence.

Her arrival immediately pacified the group of youths, indicating her high prestige in the area.

It seemed that Sister Lan felt Su Mo’s gaze, as she looked up towards the third floor and caught sight of Su Mo.

Their eyes met for a moment before Su Mo casually put his hands in his pockets and turned to head back to his private room.

Sister Lan, on the other hand, continued to watch Su Mo for a few more moments.

When Su Mo returned to his private room, he went to the bathroom, came out and ate some fruit from the table to fill his stomach, and then lay back down in the Game Cabin.

Maybe it was the excitement of the nerves, or some other reason, but after over four hours of playing, Su Mo didn’t feel tired at all.

“Log in!”

When Su Mo came to his senses, he had already reappeared in the safe zone.

But it seemed like a lot of game time had passed.

The guy called Ye Jing had stopped recruiting people and collecting goods—everyone had scattered.

Su Mo didn’t idle around either; he started to stroll about.

Because Young Master Ye stopped collecting stuff, many players began setting up stalls right there and started selling things.

However, most of the items players were selling didn’t seem very appealing.

Mostly kitchen knives, clubs, hammers, and some small trinkets, and of course, they were all very cheap, just a few bucks each.

But occasionally, there were some good items, like at one player’s stall where Su Mo stopped in front of.

This player had two silver automatic pistols on his stall, carved with eagle patterns.

“May I have a look?”

Su Mo asked, showing interest.

The seller, a somewhat greasy-looking fat man, said with a big smile, “Brother, nice taste!

This is the M92F Collector’s Edition automatic pistol, 9MM bullets, each magazine holds 15 rounds.

Basically, all the pistols sold in the safe zone are Type 64 pistols.

Those pistols aren’t as powerful as this, and the most annoying part is their low magazine capacity.

Just think, monsters won’t give you time to reload.”

“How much?”

Su Mo asked calmly.

“500 bucks per piece, plus two extra magazines included.”

The greasy fat man quoted a high price.

Although the weapon was good, most players present were basically poor.

Whether they could even use a Type 64 pistol was a question, let alone consider buying this one.

He had tried to sell it to Young Master Ye, but the price offered was too low.

Mainly because he was a second-hand dealer, he made a living flipping goods, and the prices Young Master Ye offered were okay for first-hand sellers but not so friendly for second-hand ones.

“Bank account number.”

Su Mo replied succinctly.

“Alright, boss.

My name is Zhu Qi, take a look if you need anything else.

I’ve got a lot of good stuff here, like this hand grenade.”

Zhu Qi pulled a pin-type hand grenade out of his pocket.

“How much?”

“This one’s cheap, just 100 bucks.”

“How many do you have?”

“Two!”

“Anything else?”

Su Mo was increasingly interested, as the stuff this guy sold was expensive but always of good quality.

“Yes.”

As Zhu Qi said this, he looked around carefully.

Su Mo couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity—what kind of good stuff would this guy bring out?

To Su Mo’s surprise, Zhu Qi cautiously brought over his backpack, then opened a small gap for Su Mo to peek inside.

Inside the backpack were all sorts of gold jewelry and some gold bars.

“How much do you want for these?”

“I want 1.2 times the buyback price.”

Zhu Qi stated his price straightforwardly.

Su Mo wasn’t actually interested in gold points, but since so many people were buying them, there must be some use to them, so he asked,

“How heavy is this?”

“There’s about 2.1KG of gold in this backpack, which can be exchanged for 2.1 gold points.

At 1.2 times the buyback price, that’s 5040 bucks.

I’ll round it down for you—5000 bucks flat.”

“Deal.”

Su Mo agreed simply.

Then Su Mo logged off to transfer the money to Zhu Qi and got all the goods.

“Big spender!

If you need anything in the future, come and find me.”

Zhu Qi was grinning so much that his mouth could barely close.

However, after the trade, Su Mo felt that the transaction was a bit troublesome.

If the seller wasn’t honest and ran off after receiving the money, that would be a real scam, and the only option would be to track him down in real life through the bank account number provided.

Su Mo continued to look around at other stalls.

There were so many things that they made his head spin, but not a single item was what he wanted.

“Hurry over and take a look, top-notch goods, fresh off the press!”

“Passing by?

Don’t miss out!”

A few hours later, Su Mo’s eyes lit up slightly as he stopped at a stall.

The stall owner was a shrewd-looking young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Seeing Su Mo, he asked enthusiastically, “What would you like, boss?

All my goods here are top quality.

Miss this chance, and there won’t be another.

I intended to sell these to Young Master Ye, just didn’t manage to catch him in time.”

And true enough, Su Mo actually took a liking to one item—a black, square, portable emergency power bank with a number of conversion interfaces that could charge low-power devices.

“How much for this?”

Su Mo squatted down, pointing at the portable power bank.

“Oh, boss has really great taste.

You know we don’t have electricity around here.

This device can charge ordinary equipment, and my battery inside is fully charged.”

The young man in front of him started explaining eagerly.

“How much?”

Su Mo wasn’t in the mood for any more chit-chat with him.

“100 bucks.”

The young man steeled himself and quoted a high price.

Su Mo agreed decisively, “Deal.”

“Hold on, I’ll take that.”

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice came through.