Chapter 266: with translation of chapter title

Jiang Cheng drove his car to the vehicle behind.

Before he got close, a strong smell of blood assailed his nostrils.

Inside the cab, blood and various bodily tissues were everywhere.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng was somewhat accustomed to this sight.

He opened the car door, pulled out the key, and also took out the gun inside.

Two heavy machine guns and a heavy sniper rifle—market value around five hundred thousand.

"Not bad."

Jiang Cheng gave a slight nod.

As before, buying back at half price would net him twenty-five thousand.

If he counted the two fifth-tier exotic beasts on his own vehicle and the firearms seized from several people earlier, his total income would reach 1.34 million.

He was only 500,000 short of this round's 1.8 million target.

"I wonder if there will be any surprises inside the cargo hold."

Jiang Cheng put the gun back in his own car, took the other's car key, and walked to the rear of the pickup truck.

He didn't rush to unlock it; instead, he first probed with his spiritual power.

After all, if it were empty or just held a third-tier exotic beast, there'd be no need to open the door.

Yet what surprised him was that the cargo hold actually contained four black-mane pigs! After a brief surprise, Jiang Cheng's face showed delight.

No wonder those two were targeted.

Four black-mane pigs, at an average of 250,000 each, totaled one million—even for him, that was very tempting.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng felt a tinge of regret.

Actually, he truly hadn't intended to get involved in this matter.

But those four people, after killing those two, were still unsatisfied and came after him to finish him off.

Imagine if they had stopped while ahead—they might have already made a killing; but then it wouldn't have been cheap for him.

Jiang Cheng smiled and quickly opened the cargo hold.

He moved the several black-mane pigs inside into his own cargo hold.

This almost filled the rear cargo hold, leaving no room for even half a carcass.

"No delay—I should head back."

Jiang Cheng's mouth corners kept turning up.

Adding the 1.34 million from his own vehicle brought the total to about 2.4 million.

Not only was the 1.8 million shortfall covered, but even the money for the Secret Medicine was now gathered.

And before coming, he had thought it might take two or three days, or even four or five.

In the end, it was settled in less than half a day.

For the next few days, he wouldn't need to worry or fear encountering tricky situations in the wild, since he planned to sell these and then clear out.

Leaving the wilderness for the main road, he sped along, and after more than half an hour, the outline of White Pine Village gradually appeared.

As the distance closed, Jiang Cheng could already see those "familiar faces" at the gate.

The moment he saw them, they had already seen him.

Seeing the deeply sunken tires and that only Jiang Cheng was inside the vehicle, many people's eyes gleamed.

Because this practically etched the words "fat sheep" onto their faces.

But the other side had only one person, who was very likely an expert.

Just like that man and woman a few days ago—if they acted rashly, their fate would probably be the same as Chen Jun's group, leaving no remains.

So he still needed to inquire and observe; if he felt it was safe to act, he could do so later.

Because his spiritual power had increased, Jiang Cheng perceived this more clearly this time.

He didn't think much of it, drove to the warehouse, waited a moment, then entered Channel No. 3.

Inside were still those two people—the leading middle-aged man stepped forward first with a fawning expression, while the young man behind was cautious, hands and feet restrained.

Jiang Cheng also didn't waste words, opened the rear cargo hold, and placed the six black-mane pigs on the ground.

Seeing this, the other two's pupils instantly widened.

"Good grief, six fifth-tier exotic beasts—price heading straight past one million."

"Sir, your game is too valuable for my authority; please wait a moment while I call our supervisor." The middle-aged man said with a wry smile. Jiang Cheng nodded.

This situation wasn't the first time he'd encountered it.

Including the one coming later, he had seen him several times before.

Only this time, he wore a human skin mask, so the other party likely wouldn't recognize him.

Soon after, Cong Yu walked over briskly, belly protruding.

Upon seeing the row of black-mane pigs, he smiled, eyes narrowing to slits.

His luck this month has been really good—he met the target in the first few days and even exceeded it by quite a bit.

"Brother, your two black-mane pigs are in good shape—could sell for twenty-seven or twenty-eight thousand each; these four aren't so great, with too many bullet holes, like this one—this build could easily fetch three hundred thousand. Honestly, I'm not trying to lowball you; how about this: I'll give you a middle price for these four, at 250,000 each, totaling 1.56 million—what do you think?"

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

He had anticipated this situation beforehand.

So his earlier estimate was based on 250,000.

As for the two in good condition, they were naturally his kills, taken down with a sniper rifle.

"By the way, I still have some guns on hand—could you take them off my hands?"

Of course.

Cong Yu said without hesitation: "Take as much as there is."

That's what was said.

When he actually saw Jiang Cheng pull out more than ten guns from the car, including himself, everyone present was stunned.

The gaze toward Jiang Cheng was even more filled with wariness.

On the wilderness, Force Warriors hunting often kill each other; it's nothing unusual, rather it's commonplace.

But someone who produces more than ten guns like that—how many people must they have killed? "Cough cough."

Cong Yu gave a light cough, his manner becoming ever more respectful.

For such a ruthless person, if you can avoid offending them, don't.

"Older brother, please wait a moment while I count."

Okay.

Jiang Cheng nodded.

Soon, Cong Yu finished counting and offered a price of one million.

Honestly, this price is a bit higher than Jiang Cheng expected.

Adding the 1.6 million from selling the Exotic Beast earlier makes 2.6 million, which is more than enough to buy medicinal pills and Secret Medicine.

Okay.

Jiang Cheng readily agreed.

Cong Yu also let out a slight sigh of relief.

He immediately asked: "Older brother, do you want to transfer or pay in cash?"

Transfer it.

Jiang Cheng said.

He wears a Human Skin Mask precisely to conceal himself from those outsiders.

Imagine if those people recognized him and saw he was alone—they would surely take action.

Wearing the Human Skin Mask actually makes them wary.

As for the people inside the warehouse, it doesn't matter much; even if they recognize him, it's no big deal.

"Okay, older brother, give me your account details; once I confirm there's no problem, I'll transfer the money to you." Cong Yu said hurriedly.

The following process went very smoothly.

Jiang Cheng received the money, then got straight into the car and left.

On the other hand, Cong Yu, the more he thought, the more he felt that account seemed familiar. Thanks to the reader who must split when encountering difficulty for the 500-point coin reward!!!

(End of chapter)