1172: Take It From Their Dead Bodies

Take It From Their Dead Bodies

Subway Line 0.

Before he came to Shangjing, Jiang Chen had never heard of this term. However, when he saw the description of Subway Line 0 in the catalog, he gradually became interested.

Digging an entire subway line hundreds of meters underground shouldn't be used to store nutrient supply or canned food. The items inside should at least not be cheaper than building this strategic subway line.

The key term "The Treasure of Pan-Asia Cooperation" really caught his attention.

Of course, while he was interested, he did not immediately bid for it. Although the price was not his top concern, why would he waste money on purpose? No one could guarantee that the ID card was a real ID card nor if the legendary Subway Line 0 really existed.

However, only when VIP booth 001 across from him offered the high price of five thousand crystals did Jiang Chen's concern dissipate and he made the decision to purchase the card.

If Wan Peng learned that it was due to his decision of offering a high bid price that made Jiang Chen make up his mind to win the bid for this ID card, he would probably hurt himself. When VIP booth 076 offered a bid of ten thousand crystals, he immediately upped the bid to twenty thousand.

In the end, Jiang Chen ended any possibility with the monstrous bid of fifty thousand crystals...

When Jiang Chen left the auction venue from the VIP passage, he was about to walk to the elevator when he saw a middle-aged man approach him.

The man stood in front of Jiang Chen and spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Do you have time for a quick chat?"

"No."

Jiang Chen didn't even look at him and walked straight to the elevator.

The expression on the face of the middle-aged man froze as he looked at Jiang Chen walk pass him.

Although he also thought he would encounter obstacles here, he did not expect the rejection to be this direct. His response didn't leave him any face.

Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to go into the elevator, the middle-aged man thought of the task that his boss gave to him and rushed forward to stop in front of Jiang Chen. Then he revealed a smile on his face.

Jiang Chen looked up. When he saw the man in front of him, he finally took a closer look at the individual.

A neat hairstyle, black suit with a black tie, and black leather shoes...

If this place was not the apocalypse, Jiang Chen would have categorized him as an insurance agent.

"Sir, may I ask for your name?" The middle-aged man asked after he cleared his throat.

Jiang Chen did not intend to interact with him, but he suddenly thought of something as a mischievous smile formed and quickly faded. Then he said.

"Lu Fan."

"Lu Fan?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly. He carefully scanned the name in his mind and found that there was no one that matched his particular face. So, his voice became mixed with a hint of contemptuousness as he said in an authoritative manner, "My boss is inviting you to have a cup of tea."

"Oh? Who is your boss?" Jiang Chen smiled. "Do I know him?"

"Wan Peng, Manager Wan." The middle-aged man's eyebrows rose. His arrogance of being a left-hand man of a powerful individual fully displayed. "Have you heard of the Survivors Alliance? The Pingan Street you're stepping on is partially owned by this powerful individual. If you understand the situation, I advise you..."

Jiang Chen just grinned by slightly lifting the corner of his mouth.

"So?"

The expression of the middle-aged man gradually turned gloomy.

"What do you mean? Are you planning to reject the invitation?"

"When did I show interest?" Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled. The gloom on his face dissipated and was instead replaced by a look that seemed as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Good, very good."

The elevator arrived.

The middle-aged man stepped aside, made a gesture to invite Jiang Chen to step into the elevator, and looked at Jiang Chen with a menacing smile.

"I hope that Mr. Lu will not regret today's choice."

"Soon you will understand what kind of consequences you will receive if you take something you shouldn't take and you refuse someone you shouldn't refuse."

"Of course, if you regret it now, you can hand over the ID card and maybe—"

However, Jiang Chen did not even look at him and just stepped into the elevator.

His contempt attitude was like looking at a tiny ant. It was not even worth the effort to take one more look.

The door of the elevator closed, and the menacing smile that was frozen on the man's face gradually distorted.

A rage overwhelmed him and completely destroyed his rationality.

"FU*K!"

His fist slammed on the wall. His chest violently pumped as he gnashed his teeth and cursed.

The people passing by all looked curiously in his direction.

"WHAT THE FU*K ARE YOU LOOKING AT!"

Using his fierce expression to intimidate the people looking in his direction, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. Then he looked around before he quickly fixed his attire and hurried away.

...

Still in the same booth, Wan Peng sat next to the red wooden table as he sipped the tea from NAC and watched the crowds below. The beauty's silky finger gently massaged his shoulders.

Although he did not purchase any items, the beautiful host behind him did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

It was not because of anything else other than that his name was Wan Peng.

Even if her manager Ma Qianjun came here, he still must respectfully greet Wan Peng and call him Brother Wan.

The auction was nearing its end.

With interesting items emerging one after another, and the winning price setting new highs. However, all the winning bids were still inferior to the record of fifty thousand crystals.

When an N20 military power armor was bought by a leader of the Eastern District of Shangjing at a price of forty thousand crystals, it marked the conclusion of the auction.

The middle-aged man who had previously contacted Jiang Chen walked into the booth. He stood to the side of his boss with a sullen expression and lowered his head.

"Boss."

"How's the situation?"

Wan Peng asked quietly.

"The kid is quite uncooperative," The middle-aged man said with indignation. "I had invited him sincerely, but he did not want to cooperate at all. I later stated your name, but he did not show any respect, and instead..."

"Instead?" An eyebrow raised, Wan Peng looked at his subordinate and asked.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and pretended to be furious as he exaggerated the situation.1

"He sneered with disdain and said who the fu*k is..."

The middle-aged man did not dare to finish his sentence, but rather kept his silence.

After his subordinate finished, Wan Peng was not angry, instead, he smiled.

"Haha, really?"

"Boss..." The middle-aged man, anxiously asked, "What do you think..."

"There are two ways to solve problems on the wasteland. One is to buy it from them with crystals. As for the second one..." Wan Peng took a sip of the fresh tea. "Is to take it from their dead bodies."

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