With money, one naturally has to spend it.

Li Ang logged into the game plaza, looked around, confirmed the direction, and then walked towards the game store.

Previously, there were still Perfect-grade equipment for sale in the auction house. Now that the third segment is about to begin, the few Perfect-grade items have been bought by major forces.

Even if their members can't use them now, or they aren't suitable, they can't be bought by other forces.

And some Fine-grade equipment with powerful effects have been marked with prices like 9999, which simply can't be sold—the auctioneers are not thinking about selling for money, but are planning to trade for equipment of the same level.

The high price is just to attract attention, the same routine as Xian Yu.

Well... fortunately, the auction house is regulated by the system and cannot auction off things that are not extraordinary items at all. Otherwise, it may really become like Xian Yu, full of bizarre products uploaded to attract traffic for the sellers.

What are the skins peeled off from Ultraman, microwave-safe bowls from the Ming Dynasty, Titanic nude photos of Tang Bohu, a dead mosquito with only one leg broken (because the mosquito's belly contains the seller's blood and essence, so it's sold at a high price of fifty), wine soaked in Godzilla, cigarette butts with celebrity DNA (buy them and you can clone celebrities, raise a dozen at home, and form a boy band no problem....)

When Chai Chai has nothing to do, one of her greatest pleasures is to browse the Xian Yu second-hand trading platform to see what bizarre buyers and sellers there are recently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look quickly."

"Look at what?"

"It's that person! White coat with a dragon head! Don't you know?"

Li Ang walked on the street, and people kept casting curious glances along the way, with whispers coming from behind him.

Recently, Li Ang's fame has been subtly growing.

This is both because he is the owner of the Immaculate Furnace shop, and many players on the forum have posted recommendations for newbies to buy cost-effective potions and surgical projects at his place (not just Chai Chai using alt accounts, but also real repeat customers posting praise).

Also because he has been confirmed to advance to the top 300, and the opponents he has defeated before have recently achieved good results, further highlighting his strength.

A player who does not rely on any forces can occupy the top 70 or even higher on the leaderboard, which is simply the idol, role model, and example of all lone wolves.

However, due to the special nature of players' identities, no one comes up to talk to Li Ang or ask him for an autograph or anything—doing so between unfamiliar players will only attract annoyance and hostility.

Li Ang doesn't care much about the surrounding gazes and discussions. He used to experience it every day when he went to school, so he doesn't feel anything.

"Brother Li?"

A familiar voice came from the left front. Li Ang turned his head and saw Wanli Fengdao wearing his signature beach pants.

"Brother Xiaodao."

Li Ang smiled, walked forward, and slapped palms with Wanli Fengdao. "What have you been busy with recently?"

"Just normal work."

Wanli Fengdao turned his palm over and took out a pack of red-packaged cigarettes from the void, took one out and handed it to Li Ang.

After the latter declined, he rubbed the cigarette with his fingers to light it, and smoked it himself. While puffing out smoke, he said: "I could have continued to participate in the Gate of Trials, but unfortunately I didn't handle the first round well, and I was two levels short of advancing.

By the way, I saw that both Miss Liu and you have advanced to the third round?"

"I was lucky. I didn't encounter any particularly strong opponents in the second round."

Li Ang waved his hand and said casually: "If I had met the top few dozen players in a row, I would have probably lost four or five games and been directly eliminated."

Wanli Fengdao grinned when he heard this, taking it as the other party's modesty, and didn't say anything.

After the last Sky Arena segment, he and Xing Hechou and others participated in the training simulation battle with the [Shan Hai · Kui Niu] mecha piloted by Ding Zhensi.

Four Special Affairs Bureau Lv20+ players besieged the [Shan Hai · Kui Niu], and were still suppressed by Ding Zhensi even when they used all their trump cards and were only non-lethal.

After several rounds of training simulation battles, Brother Xiaodao was very clear about how terrifying the upper limit of that mecha was.

Naturally, he also knew that Li Ang, who was able to defeat [Shan Hai · Kui Niu] 10:0 at the time, had unfathomable real strength.

Even stronger than the outside world thought.

However, the [Shan Hai] mecha, which has undergone several enhancements and adjustments, and the pilot of the mecha, are also different now...

As for Liu Wu Dai, according to the information Wanli Fengdao learned, it seems that she and Mule had reached some kind of consensus privately, and rented several Perfect and Fine-grade equipment from Mule, so it is not surprising that she advanced.

Using money to pave the way.

"By the way, this is..."

Li Ang looked at the short man standing next to Wanli Fengdao, wearing a mammoth headgear.

"This is my little brother."

Wanli Fengdao patted the mammoth head's shoulder and said helplessly: "I wanted him to join the Special Affairs Bureau, but he refused and insisted on joining the Sword King's Court."

A muffled, neutral voice came from inside the mammoth headgear. The short man raised his head unhappily, put his hands on his hips and said: "Of course you have to join the Sword King's Court if you use a sword.

How handsome is President Zhan Lu, he even defeated the European Heavy Industries Group [Zhi Zhuang Tong Gou], which is ranked nineteenth, across levels.

Sword Qi sweeps across thirty thousand miles, a sword's light chills nineteen provinces.

A real man should be like this."

"When you were a kid, you didn't remember things, and you even ate your own boogers, why don't you join the Aoli Gei group?"

Wanli Fengdao's face darkened, his knuckles bent, and he came over to the mammoth head's head, and said, "Look, I also use a sword, but I didn't join the Sword King's Court, did I?"

The short man with the mammoth head covered his head and protested: "That's because they didn't want you. The members of the Sword King's Court all dress smartly when they go out. You go out in beach pants all day long, showing your hairy legs, which is indecent."

"Hey, how do you talk to your elders?"

Wanli Fengdao's face became darker and darker. Just as he was about to teach the other party a lesson, he heard a burst of discussion from the surrounding area.

"Wow, look, it's the Syndicate."

"Damn, it's really them."

"The uncontrolled, ranked 2nd in individual combat power, Tai Hao 15th, Anboli 30th, Kuangran Huo 32nd, Witch 53rd, Wang Hu 59th, Supercritical 66th, Nesser 72nd, Men Zhuang Ji Bo 94th...

The Syndicate alone occupies nine of the top 100 individual combat power rankings, nearly one-tenth, and they are all high-level.

It's even more terrifying than behemoths like the Special Affairs Bureau and the European Heavy Industries Group..."

"It's too outrageous, where did these people come from? I've never heard of these people before? And the Syndicate is not even in the top ten in the guild power list, which means they have a very small total number of people, and each one is an elite among elites. How can this be hidden?"

The surrounding passers-by whispered, and their attention instantly shifted from Li Ang to the thirteen disciples of the Syndicate who passed by in front (Anboli and Kuangran Huo share one of the twelve seats), and some people took a few steps back, obviously opening the player panel and using the friend system to report to someone.