Chapter 13 Playing a Big Game

After Soren left, Magitan in the VIP room breathed a sigh of relief.

Slumped on the sofa, he gasped for a few breaths, only then feeling the cold sweat that had soaked his back.

Several bodyguards and two stewards were old partners who had been doing business with him for many years, and they had never seen their boss like this before. They didn't understand what had happened at all. Even the steward who had previously discovered the abnormality of the goods only felt that there was something strange in them.

Now that the outsider had left, they immediately asked.

"Eh... Boss, your face doesn't look good. Is there a problem with this batch of goods?"

"You didn't even haggle? I think that kid was shifty-eyed. The source of the goods must be wrong. If we pressure him, we might be able to earn a few more profits..."

"..."

Hearing the inquiries of his old partners, Magitan's face was very complicated.

Only he knew what a dangerous transaction process he had just experienced.

Fortunately, the other party didn't come with the intention of ripping them off, otherwise, if it was really the SS-ranked wanted criminal he suspected, they wouldn't have been able to leave alive today.

After pondering for a long while, he sighed, "It's more than just a problem. The person who traded with us just now was..."

However, he swallowed the words halfway through.

Magitan's eyes turned, and his intuition told him that this matter must not be publicized.

One of the stewards was puzzled and asked, "Boss, do you know that person?"

Magitan pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, you don't need to worry about this matter."

The others nodded one after another, seeing that their boss had said this, and began to count the goods.

With the crisis gone, Magitan felt his mind working again.

He thought back to the conversation just now, pondering repeatedly in his heart: "The fact that he wants to buy puppet profession manuals really makes it highly likely that it's him. However, isn't that young master of the Oliver family offering a reward..."

Wanted criminals also have supply and fence needs, and the black market is their best channel.

This is also the main reason why black market bosses make huge profits in this business, often getting stolen goods at low prices and selling them at high prices.

Usually, suitable merchants would not do something that kills the goose that lays the golden eggs, betraying wanted criminals.

But it also depends on the situation.

If the reward offered by the bounty hunter is too high, Magitan wouldn't mind selling the information.

Now, the reward for "SS-ranked wanted criminal Soren" has already reached the sky, and the private reward added by Danze, the young master of the Oliver family, is even higher than the profit of this batch of goods...

Thinking of this, Magitan was immediately tempted and said to a group of partners, "Don't sell this batch of goods yet, wait until I come back!"

Thinking about it, he took out a few storage rings from the box as "evidence" and immediately went out the door.

.......

Soren left the tavern, magically and quickly removed his disguise, and reappeared on the street swaggering.

He watched "Iron-limp" Magitan leave in a hurry, and knew without guessing where that guy was going.

Soren didn't bother with that guy. The bait had been cast, and the purpose had been achieved.

Even if they guessed this was a trap, they would have to bite.

As long as he waited a few days, the [Puppet Arts · Puppet Theater] secret manual would probably be settled.

He thought, this wave, he not only wanted the professional secret manual, but also to really play a big game!

After all...

The information on the wanted warrant stated that Soren was still a first-order professional.

But in fact, he was no longer the little wanted criminal who could be chased around in a panic by a few second-order professionals.

This time, he would probably catch a few big fish.

......

On the street,

Soren was wearing an expensive white exquisite suit, holding a cane, and wearing a hat, looking like a wealthy young master going out for a walk.

He now increasingly realized the overflow of taking Sabina as a maid.

With intelligence in his own hands, he knew almost everything in the camp like the back of his hand, and had confidence in doing anything.

This gave him too much convenience.

Soren left the Black Duke Tavern and went to the Hunter荒 Guild again, scanning the new tasks and intelligence released on the light screen.

He didn't find what he wanted.

Then he went to the market.

Now the scale of the Hunter Market in Dawn Camp is several times larger than the original one, and the number of stalls has increased more than tenfold.

But due to the limited area of the camp, the market still only planned one street.

This did not trouble the hunters.

They installed steel outer supports on the small buildings on both sides of the street, and then built various uneven steel plate partitions. Connecting them with iron stairs immediately turned the market from a plane into a three-dimensional block, increasing the area several times.

Soren was strolling in the market, naturally to see if he could find some treasures and find some things he needed.

After all, the ruins produced a large number of ancient relics, and there were countless good things in the first-hand source.

Because Soren had already advanced to the second order, he had no need for professional materials.

Third-order materials could not appear on the stalls.

Therefore, he could give up most of the stalls, and the speed of his stroll was quite fast.

Soren often stopped at stalls selling ancient books and scrolls and flipped through them.

Compared to material stalls, there was a greater possibility of finding treasures in book stalls.

Because the content of alchemical ancient books is mostly encrypted, and they are mostly written in ancient Nide language, it takes a lot of effort to translate them.

Ordinary hunter groups basically do not have the ability to translate, so it is easier to mix in "good things."

Soren had no problem reading, and he could roughly know the content with a glance.

Even if there is encrypted information, he can roughly know the origin after identifying it.

The more complex the encryption method, the more important the content of the classics.

So for Soren, the more things others don't understand, the better.

But even in ancient times when alchemy was prosperous, books that recorded alchemical knowledge were rare items. Most of the things on the hunter's stalls are leisure books such as literary biographies.

Look more, and you can occasionally find good things.

Isn't it? Soren found a book called "Detailed Explanation of Second-Order Rune Secret Paintings" on the stall.

He just needed to brush up on rune knowledge, so he bought it for tens of thousands of dollars.

As for those various magic scrolls that he couldn't understand, although they were rare, he didn't touch them.

Now he has several volumes of space magic scrolls given by Mr. Black in his hand, which are estimated to take a year and a half to learn. There is no use in being greedy.

Walking along the way, he visited hundreds of stalls.

He found several ancient books by picking up leaks, and selected some cheap materials suitable for making puppets, which can be considered a great harvest.

While walking, Soren's gaze was suddenly attracted by a stall surrounded by many people.

The stall was filled with many cursed materials, as well as some alchemical plant equipment products, job materials, and equipment that looked like they were obtained by killing people.

The stall owner was a cold man dressed as an assassin. Although he wore a hood to cover his eyes, people could still see the indifference and festering skin on the corners of his mouth.

When someone asked for a price, he would report a price in a low, hoarse voice like sandpaper rubbing.

If someone bargained, he would ignore them.

Soren was not interested in the materials on the stall, but when he saw that face, he felt a little familiar, so he walked over.

Looking closely, his pupils shrank slightly, "Kai?"

.......

There were many things on the stall, for all professions, the prices were fair, and there were many people buying.

But some people were also interested in the stall owner with a strange temper, and whispered something to each other.

"Which group is this stall from? There are a lot of good things. It's just that the stall owner's temper doesn't seem to be very good, and he's not afraid of not being able to sell things..."

"Hehe, this stall owner is not from the Hunter荒团, but a casual person."

"Casual person? How is that possible? So many materials, don't tell me he got them all by himself?!"

"If you know who he is, you probably won't think it's impossible."

"Is this guy a big shot?"

"Didn't you see that the mechanical arm he sells on the stall looks familiar? Hehe, "One-eyed" Max's mechanical spray gun, what do you think..."

"He is the "Hyena" who slaughtered more than forty people of the 'Steel Cannon Hunter Group' alone three days ago?"

"..."

Soren listened to these people whispering beside him, and his face also showed a slight difference.

Kai was the first friend he met who suited his taste after he traveled to this world.

The two also had several experiences of sharing weal and woe, and can be regarded as friends in life and death.

Unfortunately...

There was an accident during the **** that time.

If he guessed correctly, Kai's current identity should be a member of the Inner City Umbrella Organization.

Otherwise, he couldn't still be alive.

But why would he appear here?

Kai flipped a coin on his finger, landed it between his fingers and bounced it up with his thumb, a pleasant metal sound of "clang~" sounded, landed in his hand, and repeated the play.

Soren looked at this small action that seemed to be practicing finger dexterity, and his eyes also tightened slightly.

This was still taught to Kai by him.

This was once the secret code of the people of Green Street: if there is danger and it is inconvenient to say it, do this action to remind your teammates.

Seeing this action, Soren felt a familiar and unfamiliar noun flash in his mind.

Green Street?

Although it hasn't been long, it seems to be a very distant noun.

Green Street was destroyed in the gang fight, and the Crossroads team has long ceased to exist. Even the former members, except for him and Kai, have changed several times.

In the end, only the two of them were left.

Only the two of them knew this code.

......

"I remember that "One-eyed" Max is a second-order professional, right?"

"Yes, so the news is so fierce! During the hunter operation three days ago, the person in front of him gained a lot. I heard that he also found a valuable ancient treasure. A captain of the 'Steel Cannon Hunter Group' saw that he was alone, so he wanted to pay attention to him. As a result, people didn't talk nonsense at all and killed the captain with one knife. Then "One-eyed" Max relied on the large number of people and wanted to take revenge. But that guy didn't persuade him at all, and regardless of whether Max was a second-order professional, he insisted on the entire team. In the end, I don't know how, the 'Steel Cannon Team' instead persuaded him and wanted to retreat..."

"This is too outrageous... One person killed a medium-sized hunter group led by a second-order professional and forced him to run away?"

"Do you think it's over? The back is more outrageous!"

"Ah?"

"The Steel Cannon Team persuaded him, but that guy didn't intend to just let it go. He had an immortal attitude and insisted on chasing and killing dozens of people from the Steel Cannon Team with injuries all over his body. It is said that he ambushed a wave with the help of the mist in the ruins, and successfully killed Max! In the end, only a few shrimps of the Steel Cannon Team survived and escaped from the ruins..."

"His~ Really a monster."

"I've also heard of him. This guy is famous for being a tiger, killing monsters fiercely, killing people fiercely, and as cold-blooded as a monster. It feels like he treats every battle as the last battle, and rushes up to bite when he encounters an enemy, often getting himself injured. But because of this fearless momentum, the harvest is extremely rich every time. Now people who know him say that he is like a 'hyena'. Whoever provokes him, no matter whether you are a tiger or a lion, will fight you to the death, and you will never die. Few people dare to provoke him..."

"..."

Soren frowned slightly as he listened to the deeds of others.

He was not sure what exactly happened to Kai, but this cold-blooded assassin was completely different from the gang captain he knew who always had a cheerful smile on his face.

Soren looked around, didn't go up to say hello, and turned to leave.

......

It was good news that an old friend was not dead.

In the evening, Soren went to Sabina's room and stayed for half the night, learning some news from her.

Kai is a member of the Umbrella Organization's Inner City compilation and is not Sabina's subordinate, so there is not much information.

But speaking of Kai appearing here, it is also directly related to Soren.

To pursue the "SS-level wanted criminal," the Umbrella Organization will mobilize all resources to monitor all social relations of the target. The purpose of his sudden appearance in Dawn is only one, to lure Soren into the trap.

After all, of the social relations Soren can trace, Kai is the most critical acquaintance.

In the following days, Soren was not in a hurry to contact the black market merchant.

After all... the enemy needs a little preparation time to catch big fish.

His routine became very regular.

Go to the Hunter 荒 Guild early in the morning, and then go around the market to find goods.

At noon, he would stay in the hotel to practice space secrets and puppetry.

In the evening, he would occasionally go to Sabina's place for a few hours to listen to the latest trends of the Oliver family.

.......

On this day, at ten o'clock in the evening, in the noisy and chaotic Black Duke Tavern.

"Iron-limp" Magitan was talking about a business deal in the tavern.

Suddenly, he was patted on the shoulder.

Looking back, it was indeed a man with a trench coat covering his face.

Soren said directly, "Boss Magitan, is there any news about the goods I want?"

Hearing this, Magitan immediately realized who the person was.

A look of nervousness flashed in his eyes, but his face was very calm: "Yes. I contacted a channel that can get puppet profession classics, and even Master Lloyd's unique secrets [Puppet Theater]. But the price is not cheap. To get it, at least this number... and it will take two days."

Soren looked at the five fingers he held up, and didn't care about the price at all.

He was not at all surprised that this guy said he needed time.

After all... ambushes also take time.

He directly handed over a bag of large-denomination cash and agreed readily: "Okay, this is the deposit. Four days later, at two o'clock in the afternoon, trade at the "White Broken Wall" on the outskirts of the Southern Ruins."

"That..."

Magitan's eyes fell on the money bag on the wine table. Just as he was about to say something, he raised his head and realized that Soren had disappeared into the crowded crowd in the tavern.

At this time, a few sneaky guys mixed in the tavern leaned over.

After searching around, they couldn't find Soren's trace again.

"He's really vigilant..."

"It's only natural for an SS-ranked wanted criminal to have this vigilance."

"Has the transaction address been confirmed?"

"Um."

"Let's arrange it. We must not let that guy run away this time."