Chapter 244: Discrimination Against Humans

"It's definitely a loss anyway; losing a little is still a good thing!" the companion in black cloth patted the old fox's shoulder heavily, as if that could rouse his reason, "Don't get tangled up over the Game Coin!"

The old fox still wore an angry expression, but clearly not as hot‑tempered as before; he inhaled deeply, glanced over Cheng Shuili and the others, then frowned and said firmly, "500 Game Coin!"

"Huh?"

Cheng Shuili burst out laughing.

Does he think he now holds the initiative? As if Cheng Shuili could just add or drop a zero?

His skill is still not up to par.

"What are you laughing at?"

The old fox glared at Cheng Shuili, but a nearby companion patted his shoulder.

The companion's expression clearly said, "Even a lion shouldn't open its mouth so wildly..."

While Cheng Shuili and the others remained, the old fox truly had no words; the companion had arrived too late and missed how those humans bargained earlier...

He just went back!

How did it become "the lion opened its mouth so wide"?

"Laughing at you for treating everyone as a fool."

Cheng Shuili said that, immediately shook her head, and left without hesitation.

Su Rui immediately followed, and turned back to call out to the guide who hadn't grasped the situation.

The party clearly intended to leave right now.

The old fox widened his eyes, what is this? Even if the price is unsuitable, they could negotiate again, right? Turning and leaving like that—it's downright thuggish!

The old fox, both angry and anxious, seeing the others truly about to leave, saved face and shouted, "Minimum 100 Game Coin!"

That human's steps halted.

If the old fox could have known what would happen next, he would surely regret the price he offered.

The human smiled sweetly, showing no displeasure, yet pressed the price down a bit: "40 Game Coin."

"How can you do this?"

The old fox had just asked, then heard that voice calmly say, "30 Game Coin."

The old fox suddenly realized.

This person perhaps never wanted to know where the weapons came from, or maybe wanted to at first, but after the old fox quoted 500 Game Coin, the person lost any intention of conducting proper business!

Whether it's business or not doesn't matter; this human just wants to drive the price down to the minimum and give him a harsh lesson!

The old fox closed his mouth, his eyes fixed on the hateful woman.

But... this is a black market; he truly cannot act.

Moreover, Cheng Shuili is not wrong; if he had the nerve to act, there are so many places and jobs he could pick, why would he end up hawking here?

But now is not the time to be angry... that person has already made a profit from him, so he should get something back, right?

He's angry, and if in the end no money falls his way, wouldn't that be a waste?

Thinking that, he took a deep breath and, in a self‑desperate manner, shouted, "30 is 30! It can't go lower!"

The human smiled sweetly, turned around, and as if expected, said, "Fine, issue the trade contract."

The old fox grew more uncomfortable, trying one last struggle: "What contract do we need for this? Just give me the Game Coin and I'll tell you the information!"

The woman, half‑smiling, half‑serious, asked, "Do I look like a fool?"

Old fox: "......"

Not stupid... not stupid at all!

But she's too shrewd, shrewd to the point that it makes a beastfolk instantly develop disgust!

Damn human!

The old fox honestly issued the trade contract, and after watching the other side pay 30 Game Coin, frowned and disclosed the item's origin.

"Did you see the junkyard over there? The weapons were picked up from there."

Cheng Shuili paused; this answer truly surprised her. She suddenly realized something, furrowed her brows and showed a grimace.

To put it that way, doesn't this guy spend not a single cent?

He can flip it for dozens or hundreds of Game Coin in one turn?!

That's too much, right?

If that's the case, what's left for players to "pick up leftovers"? No matter how you look at it, the profit goes to these people!

Before she could say anything, the companion standing beside the old fox frowned and added, "We can't disclose the details, but since you spent Game Coin, you should know there is no free thing in this world."

There is no free thing in this world.

Cheng Shuili raised an eyebrow, feeling instantly more comfortable.

Fine then.

She called Su Rui and the guide to leave, and this time no further incident occurred.

The guide led the two to the shop that sells servants.

While chatting casually on the road, Cheng Shuili asked the guide, "Do you know the Little Black Room?"

Back then, Hu Ge and Hu Mei were locked into the Little Black Room; why were the shop's items treated as trash?

The guide frowned at hearing the term, then shook his head deeply, clearly knowing but unwilling to mention it.

Cheng Shuili fell silent for a moment, wanted to ask more, but seeing his expression she knew nothing would be answered, so she gave up.

The party soon arrived at their destination.

The stall owner selling servants was also an old acquaintance, his gaze sweeping over the few, preemptively said, "Once a servant is sold, no returns or exchanges. This isn't a shop that sells goods; there's no after‑sales service."

Who's coming to return goods?

Cheng Shuili frowned, about to say something, when the stall owner added, "You seem to be wealthy, so you shouldn't do such disgusting things, right? Humans have nothing good! Whatever disgusting deeds they commit are normal. Let me make it clear: here! No returns, no exchanges!"

It's not over yet.

The stall owner's gaze shifted to Su Rui again, scrutinizing her for a moment before a mocking curl formed at the corner of his mouth: "Tell me, what illness have you caught this time? Your arms and legs are fine, you don't even look unable to work—has your brain gone bad?"

Su Rui's complexion turned sour; it seemed that if she hadn't remembered that one couldn't act in the black market, she would have drawn a dagger and fought the beastman to the death.

Cheng Shuili's eyes instantly chilled; she stepped forward, blocking Su Rui, and with a voice that cut like ice said, "Say that again."

The stall owner was startled by her sudden aura, but quickly arched his neck and sneered, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Humans aren't just—"

"—what exactly?" Cheng Shuili cut him off, a cold smile tugging at her lips, "Isn't it that they're far superior to those worthless scum who only hide in the black market, belittling others with words to feel superior?"

The stall owner's face stiffened; clearly he hadn't expected such a blunt retort.

Cheng Shuili didn't bother waiting for his reaction, continuing, "You sell servants, not ancestors; what right do you have to point fingers at the buyers? Or perhaps…"

She deliberately elongated her tone, her gaze sweeping over the few attendants at the stall, "The quality of your goods here is so poor that you're afraid customers will notice something's off after purchase and come after you, so you preemptively smear them?"