Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Zhou Yating took out her potions and handed them to Chen Ye: "I have some potions here, not many, but I'll use them to buy this skill book for Zhaoyang first."

Chen Ye shook his head: "Squad leader, keep your medicine for yourself."

He then walked up to the man with the buzz cut: "I'll offer you a potion worth 1000 points, plus a green-quality weapon, in exchange for this skill."

The man with the buzz cut opened his eyes and looked Chen Ye up and down: "Green armor, what type, what attributes?"

"Short sword, Strength +3"

Chen Ye took out the Ghost Blade Short Sword from his storage space and brought up the attribute panel.

The man with the buzz cut glanced at it and nodded: "A green-grade short sword with +3 strength isn't hard to sell. Deal!"

He reached out and handed the skill book to Chen Ye.

Just as Chen Ye reached out to take it, a voice came from behind the crowd: "I'll give you a potion worth 1800 points in exchange for the skill book you have."

The moment the voice fell, the crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.

Tang Jingxin walked out from the parted crowd, his pace neither fast nor slow, the hem of his black windbreaker swaying gently as he moved. A faint smile graced his face.

He was followed by six people, including Jiang Ning and Jian Lan.

Jiang Ning remained expressionless. Jian Lan walked beside Jiang Ning, her gaze lingering on Chen Ye for a moment before shifting away.

Six people stood in a row behind Tang Jingxin.

The man with the buzz cut withdrew his outstretched hand. He looked at Tang Jingxin, then at Chen Ye, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

That smile contained the shrewdness of a businessman, as well as the calculation of raising prices on the spot.

"Sorry, young man, the highest bidder wins."

He turned his head to look at Chen Ye, his tone showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

Qin Zhaoyang curled his lip and squeezed out a very soft word through gritted teeth: "A shrewd businessman."

His voice was very soft, so soft that only Chen Ye, who was standing next to him, could hear it.

Chen Ye didn't look at the man with the buzz cut; his gaze fell on Tang Jingxin.

Tang Jingxin took a step forward and stood in front of the man with the buzz cut's stall, glancing at Chen Ye with a sideways look: "What a coincidence, Chen Ye."

Chen Ye didn't speak. His expression was already quite unpleasant. The price had been raised to 1800 points. Even if he took out the remaining three potions and added Qin Zhaoyang's four, he would only have 50 more points than Tang Jingxin. He couldn't withstand Tang Jingxin's continued price increases.

The surrounding crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into even more intense whispers.

"1800 points...that's incredibly generous!"

"He is ranked first on the class leaderboard of our G5002 train, and his class is already at level 9."

"Level nine? No wonder they're so wealthy."

Whispers came from all sides like a tide.

The man with the buzz cut sat on the ground without moving, not urging anyone, but simply placed the skill book on his knees, with his hands on either side of his knees, his fingers gently tapping his kneecaps.

Let's make a deal.

Tang Jingxin flipped his hand, and a transparent bag appeared in his hand, containing a total of 36 red energy potions.

The man with the buzz cut's eyes lit up, but he didn't take it immediately. Instead, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Ye, clearly asking if he wanted to add more.

Chen Ye remained silent, only sighing. He couldn't afford to raise the price any further. Just as he was about to give up, Zhao Hai's voice came from behind him.

"Let's add ten more strength potions."

The voice was as deep as a muffled thunderclap, rolling directly in from the periphery of the crowd.

The crowd parted automatically again.

Zhao Hai strode in, his right hand clutching ten red energy potions, the vials squeezed together in his large palm.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng followed behind him.

Zhao Hai walked to Chen Ye's side and handed ten energy potions to the man with the buzz cut. Then he glanced at Tang Jingxin, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Qin Zhaoyang's Adam's apple bobbed as he saw the ten red vials in Zhao Hai's hand.

"Brother Hai...maybe we should forget about it. There are so many medicines, when will I ever be able to pay them back?"

His voice was very low, so low that only a few people around him could hear it.

Zhao Hai ignored him.

The man with the buzz cut squatted on the ground, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the potion in Zhao Hai's hand and the short sword in Chen Ye's hand, before looking up at Tang Jingxin.

His smile deepened: "This brother's price is a green-quality weapon plus thirty energy potions, totaling around two thousand points."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Tang Jingxin: "Do you want to add more?"

Tang Jingxin's lips twitched slightly. His gaze shifted from Chen Ye to Zhao Hai, and then back to Chen Ye.

Then he flipped his hand, and a palm-sized bronze treasure chest appeared in his hand.

The box has a bronze texture and intricate relief patterns on its surface, just like the bronze treasure box that Li Jiahao sold to Jiang Ning at the train station.

The people around them started to stir again.

"A bronze treasure chest? An item treasure chest?"

"That thing is useless; you can't open it without the key."

"Something is better than nothing, what if we manage to get the key later?"

"What if? How many people have you seen with treasure chest keys? Besides, what you get from these is random."

The man with the buzz cut looked at the bronze treasure chest in Tang Jingxin's hand, remained silent for two seconds, and then shook his head: "Treasure chests are easy to obtain, but keys are hard to come by. Besides, this is just a bronze treasure chest. I might consider it if it were a silver treasure chest. If you don't add the potion, I'll trade with them."

He said this in a very calm tone, leaving no room for negotiation.

Tang Jingxin's smile gradually faded. He didn't say anything, but simply put the transparent bag containing thirty-six energy potions and the bronze treasure chest back into his storage space.

Then he turned and left, followed closely by his four henchmen.

Jiang Ning glanced at Chen Ye, then winked at Jian Lan beside her.

Jian Lan understood immediately and caught up with Tang Jingxin: "Brother Tang, I'll wander around by myself. Just have Jiang Ning send me a message when you leave."

Tang Jing didn't reply, but simply nodded slightly in agreement.

Jian Lan turned and walked in another direction of the trading area, and was quickly swallowed up by the crowd.

Jiang Ning quickly caught up with Tang Jingxin and silently followed behind him.

Chen Ye noticed Jiang Ning's gaze and looked thoughtfully at her departing figure.

The man with the buzz cut waited until Tang Jingxin's figure completely disappeared into the crowd before turning around to look at Chen Ye.

The smile on his face had changed, from the composure of demanding higher prices to the warmth that only appears after a deal is made.

Let's make a deal.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze, said nothing more, and with a flick of his wrist, the black short sword reappeared in his hand.

The sword was jet black, with a faint green halo flowing around the blade.

Immediately afterwards, he counted out twenty red energy potions from his storage space and handed them over along with the short sword.

Zhao Hai handed over the ten vials of medicine he was holding.

The man with the buzz cut checked the short sword and potions one by one, then nodded and handed the skill book to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye took the skill book, but without opening it, he turned around and handed it to Qin Zhaoyang.