In the blink of an eye, 78,000 Star Coins were in hand. My savings had finally reached 90,000, but unfortunately, none of that money could be kept. I had to convert it into Combat Power as soon as possible.
"Old Ma, I want to buy some more things. Write this down."
"Mm, go ahead."
"Four First Aid Kits, five adrenaline shots, five RPG-32 rocket grenades, three Explosive Grenades, and 2,000 rounds of Wind Whisperer ammunition. I need a massive stockpile!"
"Holy crap, are you buying wholesale?"
Old Ma couldn't help grumbling. Then he tapped away at the calculator and said, "That'll be 74,500 Star Coins. How are you paying?"
"It's a big order. Can you waive the odd amount?" I asked.
"Damn it..."
Sweat began forming on Old Ma's face. "The odd amount is 4,500. You want me to waive that?"
"Why not?"
I crossed my arms and said, "Combat-type players like us fight for our lives outside. One careless mistake and we're dead. Is that easy? Meanwhile, you profiteers just sit here all day tapping on keyboards. We're all players—shouldn't we look out for each other?"
"Damn, I seriously can't stand that mouth of yours. Fine, you win."
Old Ma said, "I'll waive it."
"Hehe, that's why you're my Brother Ma!"
"You brat!"
I skillfully pulled out that pack of Liqun cigarettes, took one out, and handed it to Old Ma.
"Holy crap..."
Old Ma stared at the cigarette before him. "You think this is enough to test an official's integrity?"
"What else would I use..."
"Damn it, I'll go get your goods. You're impossible!"
Before long, everything was ready and piled into my Dimensional Storage Space. Only then did I finally feel a little safer!
At that moment, my Dimensional Storage Space contained a full 2,500 rounds of