Lavish Spending

Seeing the Mercedes pull up, the soldiers on patrol and guard duty immediately tensed, raising their weapons. "Stop!"

He lowered the window and tossed his Martial Artist certificate to the squad leader who stepped forward.

The other party glanced at the certificate, then returned it to Chen Hao, signaling behind him, "Let him through!" The soldiers behind quickly moved aside.

Putting away his certificate, he stepped on the gas and drove in, arriving at the main entrance of the building. After getting out, he tossed the keys to the valet. "Park it for me," he said, then entered the building.

The interior of the building was lavishly decorated. At that moment, a stunningly attractive female server with a graceful figure walked over, smiling sweetly. "Sir, what can I help you with?"

"I want to buy some weapons and equipment for Martial Artists." Though the beauty was striking, he wasn't in the mood and stated his purpose directly.

"If you need to purchase Martial Artist weapons and equipment, please follow me to the fifth floor. The main lobby here is for Martial Artists to rest." Upon hearing that the guest wanted to buy weapons and gear, the female server's eyes lit up.

She had initially thought he was just some rich second-generation kid, but it turned out he was a young Martial Artist. If he hadn't taken any gene serum, such a young Martial Artist would have boundless potential.

So she immediately volunteered to guide Chen Hao. "My name is Lulu. I know this place well. The weapons and equipment you want..."

Watching the beauty leading the way ahead, clicking along in her thin heels, practically flaunting every advantage of her figure, the enthusiasm in her eyes suggested she thought she could easily win him over.

Unfortunately, he had no mind for such things right now. Improving his strength was far more important, and he didn't want to waste his time on trivial matters.

Along the way, the female server chatted and smiled, introducing the layout and decor of the HR Alliance.

The guest's utterly indifferent attitude left Lulu a bit helpless. Soon, the two reached the fifth floor via elevator.

A server on the fifth floor quickly approached. She was also a young beauty, just as lovely as a flower. "Hello, sir. What can I help you with?" she asked softly with a smile.

"This Martial Artist needs to purchase some Martial Artist-grade weapons and equipment," Lulu hurriedly interjected.

"May I ask your name, sir? Are you looking for Warrior Rank or a higher grade?"

"My name is Chen Hao. Warrior Rank will do." Glancing at the somewhat scheming server, Chen Hao paid her no mind.

"Warrior Rank equipment, very well. Please follow me. This is the Warrior Rank equipment area." Watching Lulu tag along, the fifth-floor server clearly wasn't pleased with her but said nothing.

After all, she didn't know what relationship Lulu had with this Martial Artist, so she didn't drive her away.

"Mr. Chen, here we have the protective suits and Combat Boots area, the weapons area, the shields area, and over there are the backpacks and Combat Communication Watches."

"Not bad, a good variety. I need ten sets each of the Blood Shadow Series A1 and A2 model warblades, ten sets of D1-grade protective suits, and ten B1-grade shields. Also, a hundred combat backpacks and a hundred Combat Communication Watches. Calculate the total. I live at 198 Mingyue Community. You deliver, right?"

"Ah, this... this, I can't decide on this. I'll go get our manager." Seeing Chen Hao order so much equipment at once, the female server got excited, stammering a bit. Finally, realizing her authority was insufficient, she quickly reported the situation to her manager.

A sharp-eyed woman in her thirties, looking shrewd and composed, walked over. Her voice was crisp. "Sir, are you sure you want to buy this much equipment? May I ask what you need it for? After all, this will cost a considerable sum."

"Is there a problem?" Chen Hao was a bit speechless. It was just some low-level Warrior equipment. Why did it seem like such a big deal?

In truth, Chen Hao had no concrete concept of Martial Artist equipment. Even the lowest A1-grade gear was still for Martial Artists. Ordering so much at once—it would be strange if they didn't react. "Are you taking this order or not? Don't waste my time!"

Seeing the customer's displeasure, the manager quickly recovered. "Sir, of course we'll take the order. We just ask routinely, given the large quantity you're purchasing."

The price was quickly calculated. "The A1 and A2 warblades total six million. The protective suits and Combat Boots total three million. The Combat Communication Watches and combat backpacks total twenty million. So altogether, that's twenty-nine million. Would you like us to deliver to your residence?"

"Pack everything up and send it to Mingyue Community. I'll let you in. By the way, do you have gene serums here? What's the price? I recall an A-Grade Gene Serum should be around 720 million, and B-Grade should be much cheaper." After buying the main weapons and equipment, a thought struck him, and he remembered the gene serums.

A-Grade Gene Serums were for Martial Artists, roughly doubling the physical fitness of a Warrior Rank Martial Artist.

The higher one's strength, the weaker the effect. Generally, for a War General Rank, the boost wasn't significant—getting half that was already good.

B-Grade Gene Serums were for ordinary people. Taking one gave a high chance of becoming a Martial Artist.

Of course, the downside was that further progress in strength was nearly impossible. In short, both serums stimulated the body's potential, essentially overdrafting it. Only Martial Artists with no future potential would gamble on them.

The manager gave Chen Hao a strange look, puzzled why he was asking about gene serums. "That's right. B-Grade Gene Serums are relatively cheap, but each still costs over fifty million. After all, they can turn an ordinary person into a Martial Artist. Even if their strength can hardly improve afterward, their status is still different."

Hearing the price of B-Grade Gene Serums, it really wasn't cheap. It seemed he couldn't afford them for now, so he dropped the matter.

"Alright, give me nine S-Class Flying Knives, and a hundred A1-grade flying knives as well. Calculate the total with these added."

"Nine flying knives at three million each, that's twenty-seven million. Combined, that's fifty-six million. As for the hundred A1-grade flying knives, consider them a gift from our alliance to you, Mr. Chen." Hearing Chen Hao add more to the order, the manager smiled sweetly and quickly calculated the price, throwing in the flying knives as a bonus.

There was no discount on the price. After all, aside from the S-Class Flying Knives, almost everything Chen Hao ordered was low-level equipment, with less profit margin than high-grade gear.

"Fine. Where do I swipe the card to pay? And put this purchase under Lulu's performance record, no problem?" Chen Hao casually pointed at Lulu, who had guided him.

Lulu nearly jumped with excitement. Even a 0.5% commission would be hundreds of thousands, equivalent to several years of her salary.

Watching Lulu look at him as if she wanted to devour him, her soft, big eyes practically glistening with moisture.

The fifth-floor reception server's eyes were full of envy and jealousy.

Ignoring Lulu's extreme excitement—after all, it was just a word from him—

the way she had put on such a show leading him to the fifth floor had been both amusing and a little pitiful. People at the bottom had it hard no matter where they were.