The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

He tilted his head. For Chen Guan, this demon core was precious, and he couldn't produce a second one. But for Bei Dou, it was nothing. He just wanted to get Guan Jinyue and Baal away as soon as possible.

Just make up any excuse to get by.

"Let's round it up to 100,000. You pay, and the box is yours. I promise I won't ask you a single question."

A suppressed sneer emanated from the black smoke.

"Hehehehe..."

Barr was genuinely amused.

He had seen gods negotiate the ownership of the world and kings trade vast territories, but he had never seen such a scene.

One of the oldest surviving humans, a 12th-order being, is holding a broken hammer and earnestly trying to sell his mission objective to a wanted criminal with a billion-dollar warrant.

It's all for a few scraps of paper.

"Little Jin Yue, did you hear me?"

Barr's voice was full of schadenfreude.

"Ten thousand for a demon core."

"I think it's a great deal."

"A win-win situation, this is absolutely a win-win situation."

Guan Jinyue sheathed the long sword that gleamed with a cold light.

"I don't have that much cash on me."

She didn't care whether the man carrying the broken hammer was an old monster or just a third-tier summoner.

For her, as long as she could successfully obtain the precious demon core of the dragon, spending 100,000 yuan to avert disaster was indeed much wiser than fighting to the death here.

"Mobile transfer is fine too, I'm not picky about payment methods."

Beidou casually pulled an old smartphone from his dusty trouser pocket, skillfully brought up the payment QR code page, and handed it over.

The white light emanating from the screen stood out starkly against the dark and desolate ruins of the port.

Guan Jinyue stared at the square QR code, remaining silent for a full five or six seconds before taking out his communication device and scanning the screen.

"Ten thousand yuan has been deposited into your account."

The mechanical system notification sounded crisply in the open space. Beidou glanced down at the exact payment information on the screen and nodded with great satisfaction.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

He casually tossed the iron box in his hand toward the silver-haired girl opposite him, as if he were discarding a worthless, tattered package.

Guan Jinyue raised his right hand and steadily caught the flying box.

"Who exactly are you?"

Guan Jinyue carefully put the iron box into his storage space, and his gaze once again focused on the strange man who called himself He Chenguan.

"My name is He Chenguan, a low-level casual laborer who only cares about money and not people, and only does things for a fee."

Beidou put the old phone back into his pocket, steadily hoisted the dusty, broken iron hammer back onto his right shoulder, and turned around to leave along the way he had come.

"Stop pretending."

Baal, transformed into black smoke, drifted over and blocked his path.

"Your clone, created with your superpowers, might fool some naive kids, but don't try to pull off such a cheap trick in front of Lord Baal."

Beidou slowly stopped moving forward, and the unfathomable eyes behind the mask quietly watched the constantly twisting and deforming black smoke.

Are you trying to forcibly stop me here?

"I don't have the time to meddle in your affairs. I'm just curious about what kind of person your mysterious new leader is."

There was an undisguised sense of inquiry in Bahr's tone.

"A person I respect."

Beidou remained silent for a while before giving his answer. He then strode away, bypassing the plume of black smoke, and headed straight into the depths of the alley.

This time, Barr did not step in to forcibly stop them.

Guan Jinyue stood beside the wreckage of the train carriages, watching Beidou's figure gradually disappear into the night.

"I have to go now."

She whispered something to Baal, who was still standing nearby, then turned and walked quickly toward the port gate.

……

Chen Guan ran for a full six minutes.

Leopard followed behind him, its purple pupils appearing and disappearing in the night, its four paws making almost no sound, much quieter than Chen Guan himself.

The alleys in the port area are narrow and deep, with cracks and gravel all over the ground. Half of the streetlights are broken, and the remaining half can only illuminate a rough outline.

Chen Guan stopped at the third corner, leaned against a damp wall, slowed his breathing, and listened intently for more than ten seconds.

There were no pursuers.

Guan Jinyue's sword intent range covers at least 300 meters, but he has now left that area, with only the sound of the wind and the low-frequency hum of the port's machinery operating in the distance behind him.

The leopard crouched down at his feet, its tail curled up, and looked up at him.

Chen Guan patted its head and took out his phone.

When the screen lit up, he glanced at the time: 4:19 a.m. It had been less than half an hour since he got on the bus, but it felt like half a lifetime had passed.

He first sent a message to Baihu, explaining the general situation here.

Baihu pondered for a moment and said, "Since Beidou has taken over completely, you should go back to the academy first."

Baihu was puzzled by Chen Guan's incredibly high efficiency.

Chen Guan agreed, put the communicator back into his inner pocket, and glanced down at the leopard licking its paws at his feet.

The price for this tenth-tier demon core came much easier than he had expected.

Right now, the mutated cheetah at his feet, which had been enjoying all the goodies, yawned, seemingly only thinking about finding a place to sleep.

Chen Guan walked out of the alley, the night wind making the hem of his clothes flutter.

Since that's the case, they should go back to school to sleep. As for the rest, as Baihu said, it's their time.

……

Time always flies.

The opening day of Huaqing College arrived as scheduled, accompanied by bursts of noise.

Chen Guan continued to carry the heavy, enormous coffin along the tree-lined avenue, attracting the attention of both new and returning students from time to time.

After the geniuses from all over returned to their schools, they inadvertently helped him with some publicity, which led to his current fame.

Fortunately, he was already used to this kind of attention.

[Coffin Bro was the brightest star in the crowd today.]

[It's been a few days, I've missed you so much! Lately, you haven't included our Coffin Bro in your daily posts.]

[That despicable production team is isolating Coffin Bro.]

A few comments scrolled across my retina, all of them teasing remarks from viewers on Earth.

However, the idea of ​​isolating him is overthinking it; if you have to say, it's him is isolating everyone.

"Chen Guan, this way." A clear voice came from ahead.

An Changqing, dressed in a crisp college uniform, stood under an old locust tree, waving to him with a smile.

This top freshman always possesses a natural leadership quality that makes people feel at ease; it has nothing to do with ability, he is a born leader.

Su Yuehe and Long Ao were accompanying An Changqing.