Pharmacy Preparations

Rainy days had always been the best at washing everything away.

Not long after Zhuang Xiaolin and the others left, a large contingent from the Lungmen Guard Department arrived at the scene. The bodies here should originally have been well preserved, but the sudden downpour had greatly washed away the bloodstains and other traces.

Chen leaned quietly against the wall, looking at the busy Guard Department personnel at the scene before glancing at the corpse nearest to her.

There were no wounds from blades or swords on the surface of the body. The only injury was a faint slit on its head.

If one did not look carefully, it would be easy to overlook it and mistake it for a tattoo someone had gotten as a personal preference.

If this had been a gang fight, aside from conventional weapons like bows and crossbows, nothing else should have been able to cause such a small wound.

Even those guns from Laterano should have left some traces.

Right!

Chen suddenly remembered something. Strange clothing, those high-powered guns, no racial characteristics...

If that was the case, then there was a high probability that things were exactly as Chen had suspected.

Meanwhile, personnel at the scene had discovered that some of the deceased had been struck by large-caliber bullets.

This further confirmed Chen's suspicions. Although the Lungmen Guard Department should not have been handling such trivial matters in the slums, the commotion here had been far too great, and quite a few people had died.

Naturally, the Lungmen Guard Department had to come out and keep things under control. Aside from the most routine search, they would most likely stop interfering with matters here after disposing of the bodies.

But one person did not think so.

Several dozen days later.

Zhuang Xiaolin had completed the potion-selling task in the system, but diligently completing tasks had brought no reward. Although there was no reward, a new daily task was issued upon completion.

[Daily Task]

[Accumulate Funds]

[You have already accumulated considerable prestige in this area. Now, all you need is sufficient funds to fulfill the first step toward living without restraint in this world—having money.]

[Accumulate 3 billion Lungmen Dollars through medical means]

[Task Progress: 0/3000000000]

[Reward: War Domain]

[Hint: Intermediate Oripathy Treatment Potion unlocked]

Overall, Zhuang Xiaolin quite liked things this way. Completing task after task was far more tangible than vague verbal rewards.

The slums truly were slums. Since this was a slum, housing prices here were generally low, with even the most expensive places costing just over a few tens of thousands of Lungmen Dollars.

Zhuang Xiaolin chose a place near the outer ring of the city center and spent seventy thousand Lungmen Dollars to open a pharmacy there.

Judging from the task description, earning three billion Lungmen Dollars solely through medical means seemed impossibly far away, but in reality, it was still very close.

After learning that there was a medicine capable of treating Oripathy, Zhuang Xiaolin understood the value of such a drug. Nothing could compare to it. He had been selling those potions that could slightly treat Oripathy for so many days without being invited in for questioning or assassinated or anything of the sort. Zhuang Xiaolin felt that he had been fairly lucky.

After looking into things in greater detail, Zhuang Xiaolin decided to set his own race as Ægir, while the other operators would have the appearances of fictional races based on the places they came from.

That was how Illusion Field worked. Zhuang Xiaolin had already become proficient in this ability. In a crisis, Illusion Field might produce unexpected results.

Decorating the pharmacy took quite some time. Zhuang Xiaolin spent most of the day before he finally managed to make the little house look somewhat like a pharmacy.

Machine Gun Guy followed the original plan and sold potions in a corner of the slums, while Glaz patrolled around the slums to promptly spot any suspicious targets.

Trap Girl was responsible for defending the shop. Due to the earlier substantial enhancement to the traps, they were no longer something that could be placed casually.

Combining Edd's booby-trap explosives and Volcán Shield into a devastating combo and then putting it on a trap could cause no small amount of destruction—and no small amount of harm to enemies as well.

Aside from Machine Gun Guy, who went out to sell potions, everyone else disguised themselves and went to gather intelligence. Rook defended the base, and once his skill finished cooling down, he placed armor packs on the table for everyone to use.

So far, the number of armor stacks Zhuang Xiaolin had accumulated had exceeded seven hundred. People might not have much sense of what that number meant, but to give an example, the current Zhuang Xiaolin could be swept by Machine Gun Guy's immensely powerful machine gun through seven or eight magazines without suffering the slightest injury. That might sound somewhat exaggerated, but the truth was close to that.

After Eye of Death and Death's Revolver were upgraded, there were no branch options. Zhuang Xiaolin did not understand why, but he could tell that Eye of Death could perceive increasingly detailed things, while the power Death's Revolver could control was growing stronger and stronger. Even the death energy within his own body was beginning to become more precise.

Zhuang Xiaolin was now like a computer whose specifications were gradually improving. Everything would only become more and more coordinated, and the purpose of these powerful components was merely to support Death's Revolver firing at full power.

A few more days passed...

The pharmacy preparations were finally complete. Zhuang Xiaolin priced the potions that could slightly treat Oripathy at two hundred Lungmen Dollars per bottle, while he felt that the intermediate Oripathy treatment potions newly unlocked by the system had to be discussed properly with the person who truly controlled this city.

Thus, after arranging everything, Zhuang Xiaolin took out more than two thousand bottles of the potions that could slightly treat Oripathy and handed them over to Machine Gun Guy and Trap Girl, who was guarding the store.

After taking care of everything, Zhuang Xiaolin walked out of the pharmacy and calmly spoke to a person hidden in the darkness, wearing a bamboo rain hat and wrapped head to toe in a black robe. "You were sent by this city's master—Wei Yenwu—to watch me?"

Upon realizing that he had been discovered, the Black Cloak clearly had expected it. He did not say much, merely standing there quietly as he responded to Zhuang Xiaolin.

"Lord Wei has summoned you. Mr. Zhuang, please come with me."

A smile spread across Zhuang Xiaolin's lips. Everything that had happened so far was proceeding according to his wishes. In negotiations, his specialty, he was prepared to drive the price of the new potion the system had just given him to astronomical heights.

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaolin did not move, the Black Cloak merely nodded, immediately understanding. He grabbed Zhuang Xiaolin and began leaping across the rooftops of the slums. Before long, they arrived in the brightly lit and bustling city center.

After constantly darting and shifting through the city, the Black Cloak brought Zhuang Xiaolin outside an office, then vanished.

Zhuang Xiaolin shook his head, tossing away the dizziness that had just surged into his mind, then calmly strode toward the office before him.

Who knew how many Lungmen citizens' fates this conversation would determine.