blogombal Chapter 8 Fortune Lies in Peril
Chapter 8 Fortune Lies in Peril
Chapter 8 Fortune Lies in Peril
"Oh, things aren't peaceful?" Huanming smirked.
"Yes, if you keep going forward, the end is the City of Slaughter. Do you know the City of Slaughter?"
Huanming smiled and asked, "Boss, since there are no customers right now, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?"
"Okay, thanks a lot, bro."
The shop owner sat down and poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
"The Killing Capital is a recognized forbidden area in our Douluo Continent. The people living there are all vicious and ruthless. If you have nothing else to do, young man, you'd better not go any further, or take a detour."
Huanming said, "If I hadn't entered the City of Slaughter, would I have encountered any danger?"
"Those inside can't get out, of course, but those outside can get in. Think about it, what kind of people want to enter the Killing City? If you run into them outside, you're bound to get hurt."
"Then why did you keep the shop here, boss?"
The shop owner smiled and said, "Even the most corrupt people need to eat. I've been responsible for supplying food to the Killing City for years. Although it's been risky, I've made a decent living."
Huanming nodded; he understood.
This shop owner is taking risks for a fortune, doing business with a killing capital.
If he succeeds, all the money will be his; if he fails, he'll lose his life.
It seems he succeeded; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to open a shop here.
Because he has the food needed by the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter will not touch him.
The quasi-fallen who want to enter the Killing City won't touch him, otherwise who will provide them with food in the future?
He's a real talent, surviving in the cracks.
"Boss, is this your only shop?"
"Yes, it's the only one of its kind within a radius of 500 li," the shop owner said proudly.
Huanming looked at him with newfound respect. He couldn't believe that the shop owner not only did business with the City of Slaughter, but also engaged in monopolistic practices.
The land of slaughter needs food, and can only obtain supplies from him, so the profits are naturally considerable.
He is indeed a talented person.
"It's getting dark, can you provide a place to stay?"
"Of course, buddy, you eat first, I'll go clean your room."
"Thank you." Huanming nodded.
However, at that moment, another guest came in.
They were several naked, burly men, each with a fierce look on their faces, clearly not benevolent men or women.
As soon as they came in, they started shouting loudly.
"Boss, twenty catties of beef, ten catties of fine wine, and two girls to keep you company!"
"Oh dear gentlemen, I have plenty of wine and meat, but I really don't have any ladies."
The shop owner rushed over, bowing and scraping.
He was already taking a huge risk by doing business with the Killing City, so how could he dare to open a brothel?
The leader slammed two gold soul coins on the table. "Forget it, once we're in the Killing City, we won't have to worry about women. Boss, hurry up and bring the food and drink!"
"Alright, sir, please wait a moment!"
Seeing this, Huanming was somewhat surprised.
The shop owner is really shrewd; he earned two gold soul coins just like that?
If the shop owner really hired some prostitutes to work in the shop, the profits would probably increase several times over.
But the shop owner also had something to say: he really didn't dare bring women.
As for alcohol and meat, it's not a big problem for any degenerate person to eat them.
But women—these depraved men are no good people. If they see a woman, they'll cause a death.
So even though the shop owner was greedy, he knew what he should and shouldn't do.
"Boss, we didn't expect this job to go so smoothly! We made over a thousand gold soul coins! We'll be set for life!"
"Haha, that coward was scared to death and obediently gave us the money."
Hearing their conversation, Huanming realized that they were a group of bandits.
It must be because they got into trouble and were being hunted by the authorities that they thought of hiding in the Killing City.
"Hey kid, what are you looking at?"
Suddenly, a ferocious-looking fallen being stared at Huanming and asked.
Huanming shook his head and continued eating his meat.
"Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"
"Hey, no, no, gentlemen, this is just a small business, it can't afford all this trouble."
The shop owner then brought out wine and meat and quickly urged them to continue their efforts.
The leader snorted coldly, "Third brother, forget it. I know this shop. The King of Slaughter has said that no one from Slaughter City is allowed to touch this shop. We'll talk about it after we leave the shop."
"Thank you so much, sirs, thank you so much." The shop owner nodded and bowed.
However, as the shop owner passed by Huanming, he paused slightly and said in a low voice:
"Young man, you'd better stay here for a few more nights. You're safe here."
It wasn't that the shop owner wanted to make more money; he simply didn't want to see a young man lose his life.
These fallen ones are in a hurry now and certainly won't linger outside for long.
As long as Huanming stays at the shop for a few more days, nothing will happen.
Huanming smiled slightly: "Thank you."
*
The next morning, the group of fallen ones indeed left the shop.
Huanming also got up very early. He was thinking of asking the shop owner to make him some more food, but then another customer came to the shop.
This time, the guest was different; she was a woman wearing a black leather jacket.
At the age of ten, he was very good-looking and his demeanor was extraordinary.
Upon seeing Huanming, the woman greeted him, "Good morning, little brother."
Huanming ignored her, sat down, and ordered some food and tea.
The woman narrowed her eyes and asked with a smile, "So aloof, bro? Are those roughnecks outside waiting for you?"
Huanming didn't even look at her: "Rather than waiting for me, I think they're waiting for you."
Why?
"In the middle of nowhere, so close to the killing capital, a group of desperados discovered a beautiful woman. Why do you think that would happen?"
The woman chuckled softly. "Young man, you know quite a lot at such a young age. Should I not go out then?"
"Your life is your own; you shouldn't ask me," Huanming said.
"Don't be so unapproachable, I mean you no harm."
As she spoke, the woman got up and walked to Huanming's table, where she sat down.
As soon as she sat down, a delicate fragrance unique to women wafted into Huanming's nose.
"Do you know me?" Huanming suddenly asked.
"Ah...ah?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't know him. I just thought it was strange that a child would be here."
Huanming smiled too. He stared into the woman's eyes and asked:
"Tell me, are you from the Spirit Hall or the Star Luo Empire? Or, you can tell me your name."
The woman's lips twitched. "What Spirit Hall Star Luo Empire? I don't understand. I'm a Fallen One preparing to enter the City of Slaughter."
Huanming rolled her eyes at her; she was trying to fool a ghost.
She is so beautiful, dressed so cleanly, and has no trace of depravity or bloodshed.
Judging from her background, she must be rich and noble. Does she have anything to do with the degenerates?
(End of this chapter)