Around six o'clock in the evening, the setting sun reluctantly jumped into the western horizon, leaving a sky full of sunset glow lying across the sky for a while.
In this kind of weather, Tianyang came to the downtown area again. This time he did not go to look for the cripple. Instead, he drove through the bustling streets and stopped in front of a slightly remote alley.
After parking the car in the almost blurred parking space at the entrance of the alley, Tianyang walked into the alley. There was a restaurant in the alley, and the lights on the restaurant sign were flickering, with sparks jumping out from time to time, as if it would go out at any time.
However, the owner of the restaurant did not seem to care whether the light bulbs on the sign would go out, even though the customers entering the restaurant had complaints about the falling sparks.
The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food. After Tianyang sat down, a waiter listlessly threw the menu on the table: "What do you want, sir?"
Tianyang smiled, ordered a few dishes, and then placed a mechanical password box at his feet.
The box contained a complete set of materials for a level 5 sublimation medium. Since this set of media was prepared for the God of War class, Tianyang had no use for it and planned to sell it at the gray market.
In theory, the materials of sublimation media can be preserved for a long time. However, after so many years of practical experience, a theory has already been reached.
That is, materials can be preserved for a long time, but the quality of materials will decline over time. And the quality of materials is related to the success rate of media production.
The same material, if of poor quality, will have a certain chance of failure during the production process.
This is why Tianyang is in a hurry to sell the media materials. He can't use them himself, and the quality will deteriorate if he keeps them. It is better to sell them directly in exchange for contribution points or things he actually needs.
Soon, the dishes ordered by the boy came up. As soon as the waiter put down the dishes, Tianyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and on his left and right, a woman dressed in flashy and even slightly revealing clothes sat down.
The two women were still very young, with very good skin, and although they looked a bit ordinary, they had good figures. In the downtown area, they were usually able to attract good customers.
Of course, the services they provide are charged higher than others.
"Eating alone? That's so boring. Let us keep you company." The woman sitting on the left, wearing a blue wig and heavy makeup, boldly put one hand on Tianyang's leg and rubbed it gently.
The woman on the right had her hair dyed red and the neckline of her shirt was so low that it almost revealed the entire scenery inside. She leaned directly on Tianyang's arm, trying to squeeze the boy's hand into her chest.
But her eyes were looking at the password box at Tianyang's feet: "What kind of box is this? It's so special. It's the first time I've seen it. Can you let me see it?"
Tian Yang raised his lips and said, "You can watch it, but I'll charge you for it."
The blue-haired woman slid her hands upwards and asked with a smile, "How much is the charge? We can't afford it if it's too expensive. Otherwise, how about letting us sisters spend the night with you?"
Tian Yang grabbed her evil hand in a flash and said with a smile, "You can definitely afford it. My fee is very cheap. I'll dig out one of your eyes after one look."
Both women were shocked and were about to stand up, but at this moment, a murderous aura poured down on their heads like ice water, making them unable to move and only able to tremble with their teeth.
Tian Yang said in a deep voice: "Tell me, who sent you here?"
The red-haired woman tried to put on a smile: "How could that be? I saw you eating here alone, it feels lonely.
Yes, so with my good sister, ah—"
Before she could finish, Tian Yang gently pointed at the woman's waist and ribs. Xing Yun gently thrust his finger into her whole body, causing her to feel sore and painful, and she screamed.
The shouting attracted everyone's attention in the restaurant, but this was the downtown area and no one dared to interfere.
Tian Yang smiled and said, "If you don't tell the truth, I will throw you into the ditch behind to feed the rats."
The two women finally got scared and looked stiffly towards a table in the corner of the restaurant.
There were several men sitting at that table. One of them was of medium build, but he had a cold aura about him.
He suddenly laughed and stood up from his seat: "Little brother, good tricks, you took down these two useless bitches in just a few moves. But even though they are bitches, they still make a lot of money for me every year. See if you should let them go."
Tianyang smiled innocently: "Of course, but your people have offended me. Isn't it against the rules to do so?"
The rules that the boy was talking about were naturally the rules of the Lower City. And the rules of the Lower City usually need to be maintained with strength.
The gloomy man narrowed his eyes and said, "Could it be that I was mistaken? The little brother is actually from the Lower City? I thought he was a good citizen from above, who was bored and came to the Lower City to have fun."
Tianyang smiled secretly in his heart. When these two women came to test him just now, he knew that someone must have regarded him as a fat sheep in the upper city.
After all, he has lived in the downtown area for seventeen years, how could he not know these tricks
Tian Yang still held the two women: "After saying so much, you still haven't told me who you are?"
The gloomy man made a full gesture, stretched out his hand and gently pressed his chest, bowed and said: "Thank you brothers for thinking highly of me and calling me the Third Young Master."
Tian Yang couldn't help but chuckle and said, "A rat from the lower city has the nerve to call himself a young master."
The young master in his mind must at least be as good as Yun Feng and Bai Wuji, and the one in front of him is far from that.
The Third Young Master's expression suddenly became quite ugly. He no longer concealed it and said coldly, "I don't care whether you are a fat sheep from the upper city or a little bastard from the lower city. Now I order you to hand over all the valuables on you, otherwise, don't even think about leaving."
As soon as Tianyang entered the restaurant, he had his eyes on the boy. Whether it was the boy's clothes, his demeanor, or the complicated mechanical password box, they all silently told one thing: this boy was a rich man!
Murder and robbery are very common in the Lower Town. This man who calls himself the Third Young Master is certainly not the first time to do such a thing.
What he said was actually quite polite. If it weren't for the fact that his men were in the young man's hands, he would have taken action long ago and would not have wasted so much time talking to Tianyang.
Tian Yang smiled and said, "You are quite capable. You can predict the future and say what I was going to say."
The Third Young Master was stunned. Before he could figure out what the young man meant, he heard Tian Yang say, "Now I order you to hand over all your valuable belongings. Otherwise, your lives will end tonight."
The Third Young Master then understood that this was what was meant by “foretelling the end”.
He grinned: "You are looking for death!"
Suddenly, people in several corners of the restaurant slammed the table and stood up at the same time. Some even closed the door of the restaurant and lowered the curtains to prevent the situation inside from being known to outsiders.
The next second, gunshots rang out in the restaurant.
Screams and women's screams.
However, these sounds soon ended, and only the sound of a woman sobbing could be heard intermittently.
The two women who had seduced Tianyang just now were now squatting under the table, looking at everything around them in disbelief. All the people brought by the Third Young Master were dead, and each of them died tragically, either with a gunshot to the head or a knife stuck in the face.
The Third Young Master had his throat pierced by a long knife and was nailed to the pillar. The aroma of food in the restaurant had disappeared, replaced by the smell of blood. The few diners were trembling with fear, all looking at the silver-haired boy with a normal expression.
Tianyang glanced at the table. The dishes he ordered had already been overturned, and there was even a finger on the table that belonged to someone unknown.
The boy shook his head, picked up his password box and walked towards the door: "The bill will be charged to those people."
He said this to the waiter who was huddled at the door, then walked away.
This is life in the downtown area. Some people become rich overnight, while others die on the streets.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble again, Tianyang disguised the password box, and this time it was finally smoother. Although he still attracted many meaningful looks along the way, at least there was no one as blind as the Third Young Master.
This allowed the boy to have his dinner in peace, before donning a dark cloak and nightmare mask and making his way to the entrance of the Grey Market.
Still in front of the warehouse-like house, Tianyang showed his badge and two guards let him in.
Entering the Gray Market, the boy had a clear goal and went straight to the Shadow Tower.
The store in the shadow was still the same as yesterday, and there were even fewer customers in the lobby tonight. The neon light from last night had been sold, and no new products were added to the shelves. They were just left there empty, covered in a layer of dust.
When he arrived at the information desk, Tianyang snapped his fingers and the bell rang.
It was still the same old man from last night. He walked over expressionlessly and asked with a slightly impatient tone, "What's the matter?"
Well, even the lines are the same as last night.
Tian Yang changed his tone and said calmly: "I am the God of Death."
The old man's expression changed immediately, his eyes became scorching: "It turned out to be Mr. Death, you changed your mask, I couldn't recognize you."
"I wonder what the guest wants to sell tonight?"
Bang!
The disguised password box was placed on the consultation table. Tianyang leaned forward slightly and said in a voice that only the old man could hear: "Inside, there is a complete set of materials for a Level 5 medium. Do you want to take it, Shadow?"
"What!"
The old man jumped up as if he had received an electric shock, attracting the attention of several guests. They were all a little curious, but after coming a few more times, they would know that the old man at the information desk was always calm.
I don’t know what happened tonight, I’m so excited.
No wonder the old man was excited, sublimation media was nothing new in the grey market, even Shadow himself was selling a complete set of media materials.
However, Shadow could only produce Level 4 mediums. As for Level 5 mediums, no matter what class they were, they couldn't get a complete set and could only sell them piecemeal.
Even so, the supply of media materials is still insufficient to meet the demand. If there is a complete set of level 5 media in the store now, the reputation of Shadow will immediately rise a lot, and it is just around the corner to surpass Red Chimney and Hungry Ball!