Ninth class citizen

Chapter 294 She Shouldn't Be an Enemy

Today's Crimson Maze was extremely dangerous, yet the survivors' final reward was only around 20,000 Thorn Coins.

It costs more than for a regular small event, but it's far from enough to buy medicine.

Poverty is the eternal defining characteristic of martial artists.

Equipment, weapons, extraordinary items, leisure and entertainment—everything costs money. But income can only be earned by risking one's life.

Nobody saves their money for the next game because nobody can guarantee they'll make it out alive.

"Captain, we've made up our minds, so..."

"Wait a minute." Nan Rong had been listening silently for a while, then suddenly interrupted.

“I have a Tier E gene repair agent, it’s in stock. It’s only 20,000 Thorn Coins per vial.” She said with a smile, and under the cover of her pocket, she took out three vials of gold crystal injections from her solidified space.

"It really is a Tier 1 E-grade gene repair agent!" The three seriously injured soldiers were both surprised and delighted. They immediately abandoned Chen Hao and surrounded Nan Rong.

Chen Hao had already learned from Ji Jun that Nan Rong possessed the potion. He had previously considered getting his hands on it first, but the woman was unyielding, causing him to waste a lot of time and effort trying to persuade her.

Unexpectedly, she actually hid the medicine on her person and took it out at this moment, trying to disrupt my business.

"Don't believe her!" Chen Hao said coldly. "Look carefully, the potion isn't even labeled—it's most likely a fake. And even if it is real, it would definitely have spoiled after being exposed to the high temperatures of the lava lake."

This made a lot of sense. The three of them hesitated for a moment.

“You don’t need to worry about the quality of the medicine,” Nan Rong said. “My clothes and hair are perfectly intact, how could I possibly not be able to protect these few vials of medicine? How about this, you can use it first and pay later. If it doesn’t cure me, I won’t charge you a penny, how about that?”

The last sentence played right into the hands of the three seriously injured men. The excruciating pain of burns was unbearable; every second was pure agony.

"That's not necessarily true!" Chen Hao said again, "Don't forget, she was one of the people we voted to sacrifice together. Now that she's survived, how could she not hold a grudge and be so kind?"

The seriously wounded soldiers wavered again: "Captain, if we listen to you, when will we get the medicine?"

"Tomorrow," Chen Hao said. "At the latest, the day after tomorrow. As long as new drugs enter the market, I will definitely help you get them."

He knew in his heart that it couldn't actually be too fast.

Gene optimizers are very easygoing people, always working sporadically, and no one can force them to stay at the drug synthesis table from morning till night.

Most importantly, Chen Hao didn't actually have the connections to get the latest potions synthesized by Master Stephen or Mr. Townsend immediately.

"Hehe." Nan Rong laughed: "You made it sound so nice, but it was just empty promises."

“I’m different.” She waved the three potions in front of everyone, then quickly put them away. “Business is business, and it can’t be mixed up with grudges in team battles—otherwise, I wouldn’t have stepped in to save people before.”

That's true. Two of the three seriously injured were rescued by Nan Rong just now, and they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed upon hearing this. Recalling Nan Rong's actions of staying behind alone to cover their retreat in the acid pool, they lowered their heads even more dejectedly.

Of course, Nan Rong wouldn't tell them that her motives for saving people weren't pure.

These people didn't treat her as a teammate, so she naturally had no obligation to care about their lives.

But at that moment, she suddenly noticed their injuries and had the idea of ​​using the opportunity to expand the market and sell the potions in her space. "Do you want them or not? If not, I'll be leaving now," Nan Rong said, applying pressure in a low voice.

The three exchanged a glance: "Why don't we give it a try?"

Chen Hao glanced coldly at Nan Rong and interjected, "If I were you, I would never take this risk. We only have one life; who would be foolish enough to become someone else's guinea pig?"

While the three were still hesitating, several patrolling arena guards approached them.

They were all dressed in standard alloy armor, with source energy submachine guns slung diagonally across their bodies, and their right hands were placed warily at their waists—where electronic collar controllers were installed, ready to deal with any unruly gladiators at any time.

According to the rules of the Blackthorn Arena, gladiators of any rank must give way to patrolling guards.

Chen Hao and the three seriously injured men had already retreated to the sides of the passage as usual, waiting for them to pass.

No one had ever told Nan Rong about this rule, so she remained standing in the middle of the passage. Chen Hao, however, silenced the three seriously injured men with a glance and stood aside, watching coldly.

As expected, the guards did not stop and rushed straight to Nan Rong.

Chen Hao secretly curled the corners of his lips.

This time, she's really in trouble. She's messed with these guards. Even if she's not beaten to death on the spot, she'll probably suffer the consequences.

"Um, are you... are you Master Nan?" the middle-aged guard in the lead asked somewhat shyly.

"It's me." Nan Rong nodded casually.

"Really! What a pleasure to meet you!" The middle-aged guard rubbed his hands excitedly, while the other two young guards showed obsequious smiles, constantly calling her Master Nan, and even took the initiative to add Nan Rong's contact number, asking her to take care of them in terms of medicine in the future. Finally, they left with bows and scrapes.

From beginning to end, the guards never gave Chen Hao and his group a proper look.

Chen Hao was utterly shocked. He understood the message they were conveying between the lines.

So Nan Rong is actually a gene optimizer? And she even synthesized these Tier 1 C gene optimizers herself?
And the same medicine successfully saved Han Lei's life?
Both being high-ranking gladiators, Han Lei was far more famous than Chen Hao. A fourth-tier lightning-type superhuman, a contender for the next Gladiator King's throne, he had also received a favor from her.
But more importantly, if she synthesized the first-order C-level gene optimizer herself, then what about the first-order C-level gene optimizer that Ji Jun used before?
Nan Rong's youth blinded him to the fact that he never thought much about the source of the potion.

Blackthorn only has two gene optimizers. Master Stephen does not have the ability to synthesize such a high-grade gene optimizer, not to mention Mr. Townsend, who can't even get close to gene optimizers.

As is widely known, only those who are capable of synthesizing gene optimizers deserve to be called gene optimization masters.

Master Nan. So that's how it is! Chen Hao suddenly felt a little dizzy.

The Equality Fighters have enemies all over the world: the royal families and nobles of the two great empires, the hierarchical system of the Delin Federation, and the privileged class of the Chaotic Starfield. Wherever inequality and injustice exist, there are their enemies.

But among all those enemies, there should never be a master of genetic optimization.

Because only they can concoct magical potions to enhance the overall strength of the organization's members and strengthen their ability to fight against enemies.

In fact, in Chen Hao's memory, every gene optimizer was extremely valuable in the eyes of the organization.

So, there must be some mistake somewhere.