第49章 购买奴隶

The fat manager approached with a professional and polite smile, bowing slightly.

"What would you like to see, sir? Whether it's bouncers to guard your home or maids to serve tea and water, we have everything here!"

"As long as your budget is sufficient, we can even arrange Universe Level slaves for you."

Lin Fan ignored the fat manager's sales pitch, quickly calculating his current assets in his mind.

"My total assets, after converting all those Silver Blue Coins, Ganwu Coins, and Universe Coins, come to about 3.3 billion Black Dragon Coins."

"So..."

"I can only use at most half of my budget for buying slaves this time, which is about 1.6 billion Black Dragon Coins, keeping the rest in reserve."

Having made up his mind, Lin Fan raised his eyelids, looked at the fat manager who was still introducing products, and interrupted him directly.

"Cut the chatter. I'm not buying those low-tier cannon fodder or vases."

"My budget is 1.6 billion Black Dragon Coins. I require all of them to be Star Level 9 or above, and I also want to buy one Universe Level 1 slave."

"Don't think about ripping me off, either. I know the prices for each type of slave. If you quote me too high, I'll go buy them elsewhere."

Once these words were spoken, the fat manager's expression turned slightly serious, and he immediately dropped his previous casual sales pitch.

He re-evaluated Lin Fan, the respect in his eyes deepening, yet he maintained the composure of a businessman.

"A budget of 1.6 billion, and you want a Universe Level..."

The fat manager nodded slightly, his attitude becoming even more respectful.

He had originally thought Lin Fan was just a young master looking to buy a few Planetary Level slaves to put on a show, not realizing he was a truly big client.

One had to know that while Universe Level slaves existed in the slave market, they were almost always bottom-of-the-barrel stock, and few people bought them.

It often took months, or even several years, for someone to come along to purchase a Universe Level slave.

Facing such a major deal, the fat manager turned to the side and made a respectful gesture of invitation.

"Honored guest, this is not the place to discuss a big deal. Please follow me."

He led the way with steady steps, ushering Lin Fan into an extremely luxuriously decorated VIP room.

Sitting on a soft sofa made of unknown animal hide, Lin Fan took a sip of the fruit-scented drink handed to him by a beautiful maid, then went straight to the point.

"My time is precious. Bring out all the goods in your shop that meet my requirements. Money is no object, but I only want those with the strongest practical combat ability."

"Understood, please wait a moment, sir."

The fat manager nodded solemnly, without any unnecessary chatter, and immediately began tapping skillfully on the console in front of him.

Swish.

Several holographic projections instantly appeared in the center of the VIP room, each accompanied by dense, detailed data.

"Look here, sir. A Universe Level 1 martial artist's normal market price is between 200 million and 500 million Black Dragon Coins."

"And a Star Level 9 martial artist is about 300 million Black Dragon Coins."

"Of course, if you want to buy a spirit reader, the price is three times that of a martial artist of the same level."

Hearing this, Lin Fan thought for a moment and said,

"Then find me a Universe Level 1 martial artist first."

"Very well, sir."

The fat manager waved his hand, pointing at the largest projection in the middle of the room—a hulking, brawny man with a dark gray metallic luster.

"This is a Baijian Race, Universe Level 1 martial artist."

"Not only is he born with divine strength, but his dark gray skin is as hard as a top-grade origin weapon of the same level; ordinary physical attacks cannot break his defense at all."

"What's even rarer is that although he has failed to comprehend the origin laws, he has quite uncommonly mastered a second-level earth domain and is proficient in a secret technique for explosive life-and-death combat."

"Among the Universe Level 1 stock circulating in our market, he is definitely the ceiling of combat power. He can even go head-to-head with the most ordinary Universe Level 2."

"Therefore, the price is also the most expensive: 500 million Black Dragon Coins."

Lin Fan looked at the tower-like man in the projection and was quite satisfied.

"I'll take this one."

Lin Fan made the decision immediately.

"No problem."

The fat manager nodded slightly and pointed to the projection next to it.

"You have 1.1 billion Black Dragon Coins left in your budget. Since you want Star Level 9s, to complement this Universe Level, I strongly suggest you equip a high-level spirit reader as the team's brain and for long-range suppression."

The projection switched, showing a slender, pale-faced humanoid with ears shaped like strange radar dishes.

"Xinting Race, Star Level 9 spirit reader."

"The Xinting Race's spirit readers have extremely strong talent. Their reconnaissance, early warning, and locking capabilities are absolutely top-tier. They are best suited to be the core brain of a team!"

"Of course, because she is a spirit reader, the price is higher: 600 million Black Dragon Coins!"

Lin Fan calculated in his mind.

"Buy it."

"You are truly straightforward, sir. You now have 600 million Black Dragon Coins left in your budget, which is just enough to buy three more top-tier Star Level 9 martial artists to complete the entire guard team's configuration."

The fat manager's fingers flew across the screen, and the information for various Star Level 9 slaves appeared before Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's gaze swept over the remaining list of Star Level 9s.

"This one, the Xuansheng Race martial artist."

"This one, the Qingwan Race martial artist."

"And the last one, the Queying Race martial artist."

Lin Fan pointed out three Star Level 9 martial artists with vastly different styles in one breath. The Xuansheng Race martial artist excelled in defense, the Qingwan Race martial artist in close-quarters combat, and the Queying Race martial artist in movement techniques.

Because they were all considered the cream of the crop among Star Level 9s, the price was also extremely high, at 200 million Black Dragon Coins each.

"One Universe Level 1 Baijian, one Star Level 9 Xinting Race spirit reader, and one each of the Star Level 9 Lieyan, Xueran, and Kongbu Race martial artists." Lin Fan leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"A total of 1.7 billion Black Dragon Coins... a bit over, but never mind. Let's settle the bill."

After payment, the fat manager held a chip and a bracelet in both hands, respectfully handing them to Lin Fan.

"Sir, this is the master control unit for the micro-biological chip controllers of all the slaves you purchased."

"As long as you insert this chip into your terminal or wear this bracelet, their lives will be in your hands with a single thought."

"Even for that Universe Level powerhouse, as long as you have the intent, the chip in his brain will instantly detonate. There is absolutely no possibility of him defecting."

Lin Fan took the chip and inserted it into the auxiliary intelligent light computer on his arm.

"Master, authority has been taken over. Once any potential threat is detected, I will initiate the destruction program within 0.00001 seconds."

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and said to the fat manager on the side, "Bring them out."

"Very well, I will arrange it for you immediately."

Just three minutes later.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Extremely heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the VIP room. As the alloy doors slid open to both sides, five figures walked in slowly.

Walking at the very front was the nearly three-meter-tall Universe Level Baijian Race giant, looking like a dark gray metallic demon god.

Behind him, the four Star Level 9 powerhouses—the Xinting, Xuansheng, Qingwan, and Queying—lined up.

When these five saw Lin Fan, the fierce light in their eyes instantly vanished, replaced by deep numbness and absolute submission.

Thump!

Led by the Universe Level Baijian Race giant, the five powerhouses knelt on one knee in unison before Lin Fan, lowering their heads.

"Greetings, Master."

Five low yet uniform voices echoed in the VIP room.

Lin Fan looked down at the five slaves submitting at his feet, his face showing little expression.

"Get up."

Lin Fan didn't say another word of nonsense, turned around, and strode toward the exit of the firm.

"Follow me."

"Yes!"