"What information?" Lian Sanyue snuffed out the lady's cigarette between her fingers and lit another. Her vivid, sensual red lips pursed slightly before she leisurely exhaled a stream of bluish smoke. "Artifacts have prices; intelligence is priceless. If what you're asking involves relatively confidential intelligence or secrets of a very high level, the price I name may be beyond what you can afford."
Intelligence had no fixed price. Usually, the buyer and seller had to negotiate it themselves.
"I understand." Zhang Yuanqing shifted the backpack on his shoulder. "I'll offer a price that satisfies you."
The backpack contained quite a few priceless materials and artifacts, which he had deliberately taken from his Inventory before putting on the Perfect Skin.
"Then, what do you want to know?" Lian Sanyue flicked away some ash and leaned her weight against the chair back, asking lazily.
After a moment of thought, Zhang Yuanqing said:
"Do you know the Young Soldier King?"
Lian Sanyue's eyes narrowed sharply. In an instant, all the laziness and casualness vanished from her as she stared deeply at the young man before her.
Rather than answering, she rose gracefully and walked out from behind the counter. Her slender waist swayed alluringly as she circled Zhang Yuanqing once, then clicked her tongue. "An ordinary person? No, that's not right. What method did you use to conceal your aura? I can't even see your true form."
Zhang Yuanqing noticed that her gaze repeatedly fell on his hands.
He let his arms hang naturally, making no effort to conceal his bare fingers.
What nonsense. The Perfect Skin may not be a rule-type artifact, but it can graft causality. How could you possibly see through it? Zhang Yuanqing said coldly, "Who I am isn't important. Are we doing business or not? Give me a