The sky was overcast, tinged with a faint red glow.
"Netherworld City is up ahead. Once the five of us enter the city, this mission's timer will begin."
A woman spoke.
Three players stood beside her. Clearly, they were a group.
"Wen Qingyao?"
Yang Ling looked at the woman.
Wen Qingyao nodded. "I'll take all two hundred of your Black Tiger Spirit-Nourishing Pills. Nineteen hundred Transaction Points each, for a total of three hundred and eighty thousand Transaction Points."
Seeing that she had gotten straight to the point, and that neither she nor the others showed the slightest killing intent or any other unusual emotion, Yang Ling nodded approvingly.
"Transfer the payment."
Wen Qingyao looked hesitant.
"Luo Kai, if we transfer the payment and you don't hand over the goods... what then?"
One of the players beside her pondered aloud.
"This is a Middle Third Grade mission. There probably aren't many people who can guess that I'm Middle Third Grade."
"Yet you dared to take my goods during such a sensitive time. That means you're all black-market merchants too."
"Since Madman introduced you to me, you should know my temperament."
"The only thing that can shut me out isn't those bullshit corporations. It's reputation. It's integrity."
Yang Ling smiled. "Transfer the payment."
Wen Qingyao and the other three exchanged looks, seemingly discussing it through private messages.
In less than a minute, they had reached a decision.
[Wen Qingyao transferred 380,000 Transaction Points to you] [Grandmaster Network Trading Points Balance: 998170]
"Almost a millionaire."
Yang Ling perked up. The arrival of the Transaction Points left him feeling refreshed.
"The Transaction Points have been transferred."
Wen Qingyao and the others stared intently at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling immediately took two hundred Black Tiger Spirit-Nourishing Pills from the Green Dragon Ring