"I heard you captured a Treant Race slave here, so I want to buy her."
Xia Ping spoke bluntly.
"You're certainly well-informed. We only just captured a Treant Race slave, yet you already know about it?"
The fat middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise. He had never expected even their internal information to leak out and be learned by a tiny outfit like the Banana Pirates. It was truly unbelievable.
Qiu Xue and Su Mei's hearts immediately tightened. They exchanged a glance. Ruth really was here—but not necessarily. It could also be another member of the Treant Race, so they could not celebrate just yet.
They still did their utmost to conceal their emotions.
"Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat roads. Knowing a little information is nothing. With money, you can buy any information." Xia Ping spoke casually. "Just tell me: how much will it take to buy that Treant Race slave?"
"This is a major deal. We can't discuss it here. Let's go to the VIP room and talk."
The fat middle-aged man made an inviting gesture.
"Fine."
Xia Ping nodded and followed the middle-aged man all the way to a spacious, magnificently decorated VIP room deep within the market. The clamor around them vanished at once.
Only they remained, along with this group from the Black Fox Pirate Crew.
"To be honest, it isn't impossible for you to buy that Treant Race slave. But there's a problem: a big shot has taken a liking to her and offered a high price to reserve her. He wants her tonight, and we cannot go back on our word."
The fat middle-aged man's eyes shifted as he spoke.
"Just say how much you want."
Xia Ping saw at a glance that this dead fatso was trying to jack up the price.