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

"Yes, after all, he's got his eye on me, so I need to be prepared."

Chen Ye's tone was equally calm.

The noise in the room subsided.

Qin Zhaoyang and Wang Shuo also put down their chopsticks.

All attention was focused on Wen Ning.

Wen Ning was silent for two seconds before speaking: "Although Tang Jingxin and I were on the same train, we were not in the same carriage. During the trial, I tried to avoid his team, so I never saw him fight, and he never posted his attribute panel in the group."

She paused for a moment: "Tang Jingxin was able to reach level 9 so quickly, so his talent must be at least S-level. There is also a ranged A-level talent in his team, level 6, who is Sean, who is ranked ninth on the level list. The remaining three have also reached level 5."

Chen Ye nodded.

Ranked ninth, level 6, one level higher than Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai frowned slightly: "With an A-level talent, we're already in the top ten of the rankings. It's a huge loss for us to miss two more survival trials."

Wen Ning glanced at Zhao Hai: "As long as you can survive the upcoming trials, your levels will catch up quickly. The higher the level, the more experience you need to level up."

She paused, then looked away: "I only know so much, and I can't offer you any valuable information. If all else fails, just sell him the silver treasure chest. He's willing to give you 10 energy potions, and you don't have the key anyway."

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and smiled helplessly: "I'm afraid it won't work. We've already made a fuss over a ranged skill book at the trading market today. I guess he wants to buy it for Sean, the team member with the ranged talent."

"Then there's nothing I can do to help."

Wen Ning picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

Chen Ye smiled faintly: "It's alright. If Tang Jingxin really wants to have a go at me, then let's see who's tougher."

Wen Ning raised her eyebrows slightly. It seemed that Chen Ye wasn't very wary of Tang Jingxin.

The difference between level 6 and level 9, with the help of talents, is not as simple as just a few more points in basic attributes.

However, she didn't say much, she just nodded.

The food on the table was dwindling at a visible rate, and in the end, even the bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup was poured into a bowl and drunk clean by Qin Zhaoyang.

Seven people leaned back in their chairs, some rubbing their stomachs, others burping.

Wen Ning stood up and picked up her coat from the back of the chair: "Thank you for your hospitality, I'll be going now."

"I'll see you off."

Zhou Yating also stood up.

"No need to trouble yourself, I can go out by myself."

After Wen Ning finished speaking, she got up and left the private room, closing the door behind her.

The private room was quiet for a moment.

Qin Zhaoyang leaned back in his chair, patted his round belly, and let out a long sigh: "Still haven't gotten any useful information."

"She's already told me everything she knows," Wang Shuo said calmly, picking his teeth.

Li Zheng nodded: "At least we know that there is a ranged A-level player on his team named Sean, and we also know the team's ranking."

Chen Ye stood up from his chair: "Let's go back to our room. Get some rest for the next three days and recharge your batteries."

The six people filed out of the private room, walked through the corridor, entered the elevator, and dispersed on the 12th floor.

Chen Ye swiped open the door to 1201, walked into the room, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed onto the bed.

In the absolutely safe environment, Chen Ye quickly relaxed and fell asleep.

……

For the next two days, Chen Ye did not go to the trading area.

He stayed in the hotel, sleeping during the day and sleeping at night, making up for all the sleep he had missed in the Corpse Capital and the Ghost Capital.

Qin Zhaoyang went out every day. He would go to the trading area in the morning, wander around other parts of the city in the afternoon, and report his day's experiences to Chen Ye when he returned in the evening.

"Hey bro, I saw someone selling blue-quality weapons in the trading area today. They were asking for 3000 points, but nobody could afford them."

"Brother Ye, I saw a group of people when I was walking around the city today. They were all wearing the same style of black trench coats, like the uniforms of some organization. They looked really cool."

"Brother Ye, I ran into Gu Qinghuan on the street today. I greeted her but she ignored me. That woman is so aloof."

"Brother Ye, Wang Ze and Xia Yan are a couple, right? They only come back to the hotel at night, and you don't see them during the day. They must be on a date."

Chen Ye nestled in bed, listening to Qin Zhaoyang's rambling on and on, occasionally letting out an "uh-huh" as if he had heard it.

On the third night, the eight people gathered again in Chen Ye's room.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the night view of Infinite City was visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Chen Ye sat on the edge of the bed by the window, his hands resting on his knees, leaning slightly forward, his gaze fixed on Wang Ze's face: "Wang, are you going to join us for the next trial? Let me make this clear, we have a grudge against Tang Jingxin. His team is very strong, the weakest of whom are level 5."

Wang Ze's talent is S-level [Gravity Field], which is considered a top-tier support talent, while Xia Yan's talent is A-level [Teleportation].

Judging from the combat performance of the Ghost Capital, their talents also have a base attribute multiplier.

Both of them were level 5, which was significantly stronger than Wang Shuo, Li Zheng, Zhou Yating, and Qin Zhaoyang.

If they could recruit the two of them, their team's strength would be significantly enhanced. However, it also depends on their willingness, since he has offended Tang Jingxin, who is ranked number one on the leaderboard.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Wang Ze sat in the chair next to Zhao Hai, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses narrowing slightly.

Xia Yan stood beside him, her pigtails hanging down on either side of her shoulders, her fingers unconsciously twirling around the hem of her clothes.

Wang Ze glanced at Xia Yan, thought for a moment, and then looked back at Chen Ye: "Chen Ye, I'm sorry, we can't go with you."

Zhao Hai's expression remained unchanged; he had already anticipated this answer.

Wang Shuo squatted against the wall, his lips twitching slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Qin Zhaoyang sat up straighter on the sofa, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

"I just want to live on with Xia Yan. As for the struggle between you and Tang Jingxin, I don't want to get involved, and I'm not capable of getting involved."

Wang Ze's voice was steady, without any guilt or hesitation.

The moment those words were spoken, a subtle sense of distance filled the room.

That wasn't hostility, it was a boundary.

Chen Ye looked at Wang Ze for about two seconds, then nodded slightly: "Understood."

In such an environment, it is only natural for people to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and Chen Ye could understand that.

Wang Ze stood up, and Xia Yan walked up from behind him and naturally stood beside him.

The two stood side by side, one wearing glasses and the other with pigtails, looking like a couple you could easily spot on a university campus.

Wang Ze adjusted his glasses: "Thank you for understanding, and I wish you good luck."

"You too."

Chen Ye nodded.

Wang Ze didn't say anything more and left the house with Xia Yan. Since he had refused Chen Ye, he couldn't stay in the room and listen to their team's conversation.

The door closed gently behind them, the lock clicking softly.