Lavish Shopping Spree

When the Mercedes drove up, the soldiers on guard duty immediately tensed and raised their guns. "Stop!"

He lowered the window and tossed his Warrior Certificate to the squad leader who came over.

After checking the certificate, the man returned it to Chen Hao and gestured behind him. "Let them through!" The soldiers quickly stepped aside.

He put away his certificate, hit the gas, and drove in. He pulled up outside the building's lobby, got out, and tossed his keys to the valet. "Park it for me." Then he went inside.

The building's interior was lavishly decorated. A beautiful, slender waitress came over with a warm smile. "Sir, what can I help you with?"

"I'd like to buy some weapons and equipment for Martial Artists." The woman was gorgeous, but he wasn't in the mood. He stated his purpose directly.

"If you're looking to buy weapons and equipment for Martial Artists, please follow me to the fifth floor. The lobby downstairs is for the Martial Artists to relax in." The waitress's eyes lit up when she heard that the customer wanted to buy weapons and equipment.

She'd thought he was some rich young master, but it turned out he was a young Martial Artist. If he hadn't taken gene serum, then a Martial Artist this young had a limitless future.

She immediately volunteered to show Chen Hao the way. "My name is Lulu, and I know this place inside out. The weapons and equipment you need..."

Watching the beautiful woman lead the way just ahead of him, teetering on high heels and showing off every advantage of her figure, he could see the eagerness in her eyes. She probably thought she could easily take him home.

Unfortunately, he wasn't interested right now. Improving his strength mattered more, and he didn't want to waste his time on anything trivial.

As they walked, the waitress smiled and chatted, telling him about the HR Alliance's layout and décor.

His lack of interest left Lulu feeling rather helpless. Soon, the two of them reached the fifth floor by elevator.

A waitress hurried over to greet them. She was another young beauty, lovely as a flower. "Hello, sir. What can I help you with?" she asked softly, smiling.

"This Martial Artist wants to buy some Warrior Rank weapons and equipment," Lulu quickly interjected.

"May I ask your name, sir? Are you looking for Warrior Rank equipment, or something more advanced?"

"My name is Chen Hao. Warrior Rank equipment will do." Chen Hao glanced at the calculating waitress, but paid her no further attention.

"Warrior Rank equipment, then. All right, please follow me. This is the Warrior Rank equipment section." Seeing Lulu follow along, the waitress on the fifth floor was clearly displeased that she'd tagged along without being invited, but said nothing.

After all, she didn't know what sort of relationship Lulu had with the Martial Artist, so she couldn't very well send her away.

"Mr. Chen, over here we have protective suits and Combat Boots; this is the weapons section, that's the shields, and over there are backpacks and Combat Watches."

"Good. You've got a full selection. I need ten sets each of Blood Shadow series two, models A1 and A2 battle blades; ten D1-level protective suits; and ten B1-level shields. I'll also take a hundred combat backpacks and a hundred Combat Communication Watches. Add it all up. I live at 198 Mingyue Community. Do you deliver?"

"Ah, this... I can't make that decision. I'll get our manager." The waitress was stunned by Chen Hao's order for so much equipment in one go.

She became so excited that she could barely get the words out. Then she remembered she didn't have the authority to handle an order like this, so she quickly went to tell her manager.

A shrewd, clear-eyed woman in her thirties came over. "Hello, sir. Are you sure you want to buy this much equipment? May I ask what you need it for? This will cost quite a lot."

"Is there a problem?" Chen Hao was speechless. They were just basic Warrior Rank supplies. Why were they acting as if he'd asked for something extraordinary?

Chen Hao didn't really have a clear idea of what Martial Artist equipment cost. Even the lowest-level A1 equipment was meant for Martial Artists, so it was no wonder they were surprised he'd ordered so much at once. "Are you taking my order or not? Don't waste my time!"

Seeing that the customer was displeased, the manager hurried to smooth things over. "Of course we'll take your order, sir. We were only asking as a matter of routine, since you're buying quite a large quantity."

They quickly calculated the price. "The A1 and A2 battle blades come to six million in total. The protective suits and Combat Boots come to three million. The Combat Communication Watches and combat backpacks come to twenty million. That makes twenty-nine million altogether. Would you like us to deliver everything to your home?"

"Pack it all up and deliver it to Mingyue Community. I'll take you in. By the way, do you have gene serum? How much do you charge for it? I remember A-Grade Gene Serum should be 720 million, while B-Grade should be much cheaper."

After buying the main weapons and equipment, he suddenly remembered the gene serum and asked about it.

A-Grade Gene Serum was for Martial Artists. It could roughly double the physical fitness of a Warrior Rank Martial Artist.

The stronger someone was, the less effective it became. Generally speaking, it didn't do much for someone at War General Rank; they'd be lucky to improve by half.

B-Grade Gene Serum was made for ordinary people. There was a good chance that anyone who took it would become a Martial Artist.

Of course, the downside was that their strength would be difficult to improve further. Put simply, both types of serum merely stimulated the body's potential. They were essentially a way of borrowing against one's health, and only Martial Artists with no potential left would gamble on them.

The manager gave Chen Hao a puzzled look. She didn't understand why he was asking about gene serum. "That's right. Although B-Grade Gene Serum is relatively cheap, each dose still costs more than fifty million. After all, it can turn an ordinary person into a Martial Artist. Even if their strength is difficult to improve afterward, their status is still different."

Hearing that B-Grade Gene Serum cost so much, Chen Hao realized he couldn't afford it for now and gave up on the idea.

"In that case, give me nine S-Class Flying Knives and a hundred A1-level flying knives. How much does that make altogether?"

"Nine flying knives at three million each come to twenty-seven million, bringing the total to fifty-six million. As for the hundred A1-level flying knives, the Alliance will give those to you as a gift, Mr. Chen." Hearing Chen Hao add more to his order, the manager smiled brightly and quickly worked out the total. Then she threw in the flying knives as a bonus.

They didn't offer a discount on the price. Aside from the S-Class Flying Knives, nearly everything Chen Hao had ordered was low-level equipment, which simply didn't bring in as much profit as higher-grade gear.

"Fine. Where do I pay? And can you count this toward Lulu's sales record?" Chen Hao casually pointed to Lulu, who had shown him the way.

Lulu nearly jumped with excitement. Even a commission of five per thousand would be tens of thousands—several years' salary for her.

She looked as if she could hardly wait to devour him, her soft eyes seeming to brim with tears.

The fifth-floor receptionist looked on with envy and jealousy.

Chen Hao paid no attention to Lulu's excitement. For him, it had only taken a few words.

Her eager performance while leading him to the fifth floor had struck him as both funny and a little pitiable. It wasn't easy for people at the bottom, wherever they were.