This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 540.3: The Day Has Come

"Damn it, keep your voices down... Human trafficking? That’s not what I meant," the man snapped, startled by their reaction. "I just meant for you to meet her. I never said I was selling her to you... She’s a noble! You think you can just buy one? Are you crazy or am I?"

Of course, if these New Alliance bosses could pay the right price, maybe it could be arranged... He could ask his superior. With some luck, there might be wiggle room.

After all, in this kind of chaos, a few people going missing wasn’t surprising. When the gates closed, it wasn’t just the poor who got discounted. Any noble they got their hands on could also be sold off at a cheaper price.

The man silently marveled to himself.

Typical New Alliance big spenders, freaks, the lot of them.

Trying to bring someone back with them...

Peepo remained wary, eyeing the man up and down. "What do you mean ‘meet her’?"

"Like... While she’s asleep," the man whispered, waggling his eyebrows. "We know a beautician. Some deep treatment procedures require the client to be fully sedated. She’s got ways to keep her clients under longer. You would have plenty of time to do whatever you want. No one would ever know."

The players’ expressions turned cold instantly.

"What the fuck?"

"Is she fucking nuts?!"

The man shrugged. "Nuts? Maybe. But those noblewomen’s chips are getting more worthless by the day. If you’re willing to pay in real currency, why wouldn’t she go along with it?"

Kidney Warrior swallowed hard. Of course he wouldn’t do something that evil, but he did want to post a proper public condemnation on the forums, so he asked out of curiosity. "How much?"

The man smirked, sensing a bite. He raised one finger. "A million silver coins."

Both players’ expressions twisted.

"The fuck!"

"One million?! You crazy bro?!"

A million silver coins could fetch at least 10 million CNY on the official site.

This NPC must be out of his mind!

Peepo quietly snapped a photo of the guy, planning to post it later to harshly call out these soul-selling degenerates.

When the two turned to leave, the man panicked and chased after them. "Wait! Don’t go! 100,000! No, 500,000!"

Not far from them, a brother-sister duo had been quietly eavesdropping.

Old White and Gale had gone to rent a room in the Wind from Afar Hotel to log out and gather intelligence from the official site. Meanwhile, the siblings had stayed near the gates to scout, and they had just overheard everything.

Seeing her older brother grinning like an idiot, Pineapple Jiujiu rolled her eyes and kicked his shin. "Oi, don’t tell me you’re tempted! I’m telling Big Sis Teng Teng."

At her words, Night Ten's face immediately changed. Flustered, he roared, "Come on, why would you tell her?! No, wait! I wasn’t tempted! Didn’t you see I was about to denounce the guy?"

Pineapple Jiujiu saw how desperately he tried to explain and snickered, "But seriously... Teng Teng looks like a softie in the game, but in real life she’s totally a mature queen."

Night Ten slowly turned to look at her with a sharp glint in his eyes. "How do you know that?"

Pineapple Jiujiu raised an eyebrow. "You think you’re the only one in a private chat group?"

"WOW!" Night Ten looked at her with admiration, giving her a big thumbs-up. Then he smiled awkwardly and said sweetly, "Uh... Could you help your dear brother get her penguin chat ID?"

Pineapple Jiujiu waved her hand lazily. "Get it yourself."

Night Ten groaned, "Come on..."

"I might help, if..." Pineapple Jiujiu narrowed her eyes with a sly smile. "You let me into your Bull and Horse Club."

At that, Night Ten instantly deflated like a balloon. He forced a smile and muttered, "Uh... Maybe not. I’ll just ask her myself later."

"Huh? That’s it?" Pineapple Jiujiu clicked her tongue and shot him a look. "So much for your feelings for Miss Teng Teng."

"You don’t understand!" Night Ten shook his head. "That group’s for adults. You’re just a kid, don’t meddle in things that aren’t good for you."

He didn’t even mention the actual group names he and Gale used. If a mole like her slipped in, it would be awkward as hell when they started their dirty jokes in the future.

"Hmph!" Jiujiu rolled her eyes again, unimpressed by his tiny schemes.

Turning his attention back to the gates, Night Ten watched the man who had just walked off and rubbed his chin. "But that guy... He looks like he has a way to get into the city."

The gates were fully shut. Not even entry tax could get one through. And no one inside could leave either.

Some of their clients and purchased gear were still trapped inside. If they got smashed or burned during the chaos, that would be a huge loss. They had to figure out a way to extract both people and goods!

After all, that loot had been painstakingly stripped from suckers by Ample Time using S coins.

He didn’t care about noblewomen, but the truly valuable treasures inside? That had his full attention.

Pineapple Jiujiu eyed her brother suspiciously. "So you are tempted. Bro, I misjudged you."

Night Ten didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "That’s not what I meant! Were you even listening?!"

Damn it!

Just as Pineapple Jiujiu was about to speak, an unfamiliar voice came from behind them. "What are you discussing? Why don’t you bring me along?"

A sudden sense of alarm surged in Night Ten’s chest. He whipped his head around and saw a man in formal attire standing behind him, smiling calmly at him and Jiujiu.

There wasn’t a trace of excess presence from the man, but his existence was so forceful it was impossible to ignore.

Half a step behind him stood a woman whose entire face was concealed behind a black mirrored visor. Her polished breastplate bore the emblem of Boulder Town Arms Industry and the letters ‘X-16’.

"Who are you?" Night Ten asked warily, shielding his sister behind him. His hand had already gripped the pistol hidden in his pocket.

Unbothered by the gesture, the man responded courteously, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eberts, President of Boulder Town Arms Industry... Though this may be the first time we’ve met in person, I’ve been watching you two for quite some time."

Boulder Town Arms Industry?!

Hearing the name, Night Ten felt a twinge of guilt, but he forced himself to ask, "You... Why were you watching us?"

"Nothing in particular," Eberts replied with a pleasant smile. "It’s just rare to see someone appreciate our work so thoroughly. I’ve taken a personal interest in you. However, watching you carry things bit by bit like ants, it's terribly inefficient. You’re scrambling the jigsaw puzzle I so carefully assembled."

"Why not just buy me, too, while you’re at it?"

Pineapple Jiujiu stared at him in stunned silence. "...?"

“Huh?” Night Ten couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

What?!

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While Night Ten and Pineapple Jiujiu stood dumbfounded, elsewhere near the city gates, Kishur was strolling through the street, flanked by bodyguards, sharing grand visions of the future with his posse of sycophantic friends. "Look! This is what it truly means to be the center of a united world!"

"Every survivor settlement across the Central Continent has to trade with us! The stalls line up like a never-ending river. They will look up to us with hope in their eyes! They know that without us, they are nothing!"

Ecstatic, he spread his arms wide to embrace the wind and snow, his face beaming with radiant confidence.

"The New Alliance? They are too weak!"

Recently, he had been there daily, bringing his friends over as well.

After all, it wouldn’t be long before he would own everything there!

A curious rich kid asked, "What do you think they’re selling over there? How have they not run out of stock yet?"

"I saw some familiar faces... They’re from the militia, maybe?"

"I don’t know, and I don’t care," Kishur said with a dismissive wave, drawing their attention back to himself. "It doesn’t matter what those peasants are selling. As long as they’re trading, it concerns us. Transactions create profit, and our settlement benefits from that. That’s basic economics."

Economics!

Their eyes lit up. A few young men quietly gave thumbs up behind his back.

Kishur truly had seen the world, five years of study abroad hadn’t been wasted. He had actually learned something in Ideal City.

As he gazed at the bustling yet disorderly market, a faint melancholy crept into his eyes, alongside an invisible air of superiority.

These undisciplined merchants are too uncouth. Without regulation, they’ll grow wild like weeds.

He would use the most advanced methods to make them follow his rules!

"It’s a pity," he said, "This area is close to us, but not part of our settlement. These short-sighted people lack any long-term vision... I’m planning to spend some chips and buy the Wind from Afar Hotel."

Kumiter asked in excitement, "Then what?"