You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

Qi Yuanbao stared in astonishment at the black market manager in front of him.

"Holy crap, how did you recognize me when I was so well disguised?"

manager:"……"

Wu Bai: "..."

"Young Master Qi, you..." The manager's gaze swept over the fat man's undeniably prominent physique: "Perhaps it's because your demeanor is too outstanding."

Wu Bai, hidden beneath the black robe, glanced at the fat man with surprise.

The name Qi Yuanbao is well-known in Hope Base City.

It's not that he himself is so capable, but rather that he has a powerful father...

...Speaker Qi Shanhai, the only fifth-tier powerhouse in Hope Base City.

I heard that this fat guy won first prize in the city's essay competition when he was in elementary school. The essay was titled "My Speaker Father".

Qi Yuanbao looked anxious and said in a low voice, "You absolutely must not tell anyone that I came to the black market."

The manager's expression was somewhat subtle.

"Young Master Qi, I think it's too late. Many important people have come to the private room today, and you two just attracted everyone's attention. They probably already recognized you."

"It's over, everything is over, my father will kill me."

The fat man was struck dumb, staggered a couple of steps, and collapsed to the ground.

The manager turned to look at Wu Bai, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "My esteemed guest, what brings you here?"

"I want to see the boss of this black market," Wu Bai said.

The manager's smile faded slightly: "Sir, our boss isn't someone anyone can just see whenever they want."

"If you have any business opportunities, you can talk to me first."

Wu Bai frowned and looked down at the catwoman in his arms.

"You should revert to your original form first."

The catwoman's body began to shrink, and soon she returned to being a small black kitten. She lightly jumped onto Wu Bai's shoulder and sat down.

Wu Bai smiled slightly.

He bought this catwoman because he valued her innate ability to bring bad luck. If he could train her, the catwoman would become a powerful general under his command.

……

Wu Bai turned his gaze away from the catwoman and squinted at the black market manager.

Since evolving into a juvenile form, the amount of source crystals he needs has become increasingly enormous.

Although with his current strength, he could completely devour everyone and source crystals in the entire black market.

But this is just a one-off deal and not worthwhile. Taking control of this area and ensuring sustainable development is the key.

Another reason is that their "dark domain" needs a gathering place, and this place is quite good.

Just as he was about to take action and force the manager to lead the way.

The fat man next to him suddenly jumped up and shouted, "What? My friend and I can't even meet the boss here? You won't even give me this much face?"

After listening to their conversation, the fat man suddenly understood.

I could easily go to the owner here and ask him to put in a good word for the people in the private room.

Wu Bai suppressed his urge to take action and watched the scene with great interest.

Having someone use facial recognition saves a lot of trouble.

The manager looked conflicted, but finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Alright, since you're Young Master Qi's friends, I'll make an exception this time. I'll ask around for you, and if the boss is willing to see you, I'll take you upstairs."

The fat man waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, stop dawdling."

The manager jogged away quickly.

Wu Bai then hugged the black cat on his shoulder and began to pet it.

When the manager jogged back again, the catgirl in Wu Bai's arms was already exhausted, her face flushed, and she kept rubbing against Wu Bai's arm.

"Distinguished guests, the boss has agreed to see you. Please follow me."

……

The tallest building in the black market, the top-floor office, the elevator doors open, revealing extremely luxurious decorations.

A huge, one-way transparent floor-to-ceiling window occupies the entire wall, offering a panoramic view of the bustling and sinful underground black market.

There is also a shrine in the corner, on which the God of Wealth is enshrined.

Behind the desk was a huge boss's chair, with its back to the door.

The manager walked to the table, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and said with utmost respect, "Boss, the person has been brought."

The boss's chair slowly spun around, and a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit came into view. He was well-off, with a thick cigar between his fingers and two large source crystal rings on his fingers.

He waved his hand, and the manager tactfully withdrew, closing the heavy soundproof door behind him.

The middle-aged man exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze sweeping over Wu Bai and the fat man with the scrutiny of someone in a superior position.

"My surname is Zhao, my name is Zhao Tai, and I am the boss of this black market."

Just then, a woman wearing a high-slit cheongsam walked in carrying a tea tray.

The woman swayed gracefully, each step exuding charm, and her face was breathtakingly beautiful.

She humbly brewed tea for the three of them, her movements fluid and graceful.

The fat man quickly looked away and rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

"Um, Mr. Zhao, I have a favor to ask of you. Of course, I'll consider it a favor I owe you."

"Young Master Qi, you're too kind." Zhao Tai leaned back in his chair, flicked his cigarette ash, and smiled like an old fox. "It's just a matter of keeping quiet, isn't it? No problem, those people will still give me some face."

The fat man was overjoyed: "Then thank you very much, Boss Zhao."

Deal with the fat guy.

Zhao Tai's gaze fell on Wu Bai, who had remained silent throughout: "My friend, what brings you here?"

Wu Bai didn't answer directly, but turned to the fat man and said, "You go out first."

The fat man was taken aback: "Huh?"

"What happens next is not suitable for children. It won't be good for you if you watch it," Wu Bai said calmly.

Although the fat man looked simple-minded, Wu Bai had already made his intentions quite clear.

He felt a chill run down his spine, jumped up, gave Zhao Tai a hasty bow, and ran away.

The door closed.

Zhao Tai's smile slowly faded, and he leaned forward slightly, faintly radiating the aura of a third-tier awakened being.

Even the woman in the cheongsam who was making tea stopped.

Without uttering a single word, Wu Bai's right hand instantly transformed into a scythe, and he slashed fiercely at Zhao Tai's neck.

"Rock Armor".

A thick layer of rock armor instantly covered Zhao Tai's entire body.

But it had no effect; the sickle sliced ​​through his neck like tofu, and his head flew off and fell to the ground.

One hit, instant kill.

The sickle was not retracted, but instead turned smoothly, the tip of the blade stopping steadily at the throat of the woman in the cheongsam.

The sharp, cold light pierced her fair skin, drawing out a drop of blood.

"My purpose in coming here is simple: I want this black market." Wu Bai sheathed his scythe and sat down again, looking at the woman with great interest.

"How so? This is the real boss of the black market."