Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

The same question was raised in room 777.

Unable to suppress his inner rage, the man, having just been tricked by Jin Xiaoman, had a terribly gloomy expression.

The waiter covered his face and collapsed to the ground, tears welling up inside. What kind of mess is this? You're unhappy when I can't get a picture, and you're still unhappy when I do. What a mess!

That's what he thought, but he didn't dare show the slightest dissatisfaction and remained respectful.

The man stood up and squatted down next to the waiter: "Why didn't you answer my question?"

The waiter smiled ingratiatingly, saying, "How would he know if I took a picture or not?"

The man suddenly roared, "Speak!"

The collar around the waiter's neck turned red instantly, accompanied by rapid beeping sounds.

A sharp electric current instantly pierced the waiter's skin, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. He could only struggle in agony like a fish out of water.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door, one after another, as if tolling the clock to signal the waiter's death.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping in front of the waiter. He looked up and saw the vulture and the man chatting and laughing, deciding his life or death in just a few words.

Soon, the waiter was dragged away and thrown into a dark space, from which came intermittent cries for help and chilling chewing sounds.

The man was satisfied with how the visitor handled the situation and waved his hand generously to indicate that he didn't mind.

A new waiter was brought into room 777, and he was also asked if he wanted to bid for the League Card.

The waiter offered sound advice based on the man's actual situation: don't take pictures.

Thus, without 777's interference, Jin Xiaoman successfully bid for the Alliance Card.

The man laughed for a long time, then his face turned red with anger.

He grabbed whatever was at hand and threw it at the waiter, yelling, "No filming, no filming! I'll teach you not to film!"

When he got tired of playing, he sat down again to look at the next item up for auction.

[The item to be auctioned now is the 173rd item: the Roar of the Polar Bear. It carries the imposing aura of the Polar Bear clan and is a life-saving artifact in times of crisis. However, it is only available on lower-level civilization planets. The starting price is 20000 game coins, with each bid increasing by 5000 game coins.]

Jin Xiaoman pressed the price increase button.

Soon, room 777 followed suit.

The two bid against each other, and the host was overjoyed that someone would actually fight over such a piece of junk.

Jin Xiaoman sent a message at the opportune moment: "Friend, I really like this item. Could you part with it?"

777 replied quickly: "Just because you like me doesn't mean I have to give it to you?"

He increased it to 5 in one go.

Jin Xiaoman left the stage with regret, "reluctantly parting ways," but still sent a congratulatory message to the other party before leaving.

The man realized he had been tricked again and laughed.

He was so angry that he punched the waiter several times before he regained some of his senses.

[The item to be auctioned now is the 201st item, a premium sofa. It's a perfect match for the customers in the Trial Arena. By recharging it with enough game coins, you can quickly restore your stamina at a rate of one point per second. I believe those of you in the Trial Arena have already experienced this. The starting bid is 50000 game coins, with each bid increasing by 10000 game coins.]

Room 888 will be charged an additional 10000.

Room 777 will be charged an additional 10000.

If the price is right, Jin Xiaoman would really like to get the premium sofa, but if 777 finds out, he'll inevitably tear her apart.

Jin Xiaoman rubbed her earlobe with her fingers, and after a moment, she sent another message to 777: "Sir, I really like this item this time. Considering I didn't manage to snag the last one, could you part with it?"

After reading it, 777 sneered twice: "Do you think I'd fall for your tricks again?"

The first time they said they'd film, they didn't. The second time they said they'd film, they did. The third time they said they'd film, they didn't. This time they definitely won't film.

He lay on the soft sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

You think you can trick me? No way.

[Congratulations to room 888 for winning the premium sofa with a bid of 80000 game coins.]

"What?"

The man sat up abruptly. Why did he take another picture?

What exactly does the person in room 888 want? Why are we always going against them?

He vented his anger on the waiter beside him: "I'm going to complain about you. My luck always turns bad when you come in, and she got her way again."

The waiter was terrified and knelt down to beg for mercy, but in the end he was still dragged away by the vulture.

When a new waiter arrived, Vulture's expression darkened. He chuckled, "Sir, players in the Trial Arena only have three chances to change waiters. You've already..."

"Three times? What, you look down on me? What are you being so arrogant about, a mere waiter?"

The vulture's lips twitched: "Sir, I'm just reminding you that even if you're dissatisfied this time, you can only deal with it after the auction ends."

The man slapped the sofa beneath him: "Then I'm going to file a complaint against you now."

The vulture pulled a white card from its pocket: "This is how you file a complaint against me. Happy shopping!"

After saying that, the bald eagle led his men away, ignoring the man's shouts and curses.

The man was also seething with anger. His rage reached its peak when he realized during the auction that he had been swindled out of another 5 game coins by Jin Xiaoman. Ignoring the waiter's attempts to stop him, he stormed into room 888 and banged on the door.

Unfortunately, by then Jin Xiaoman had already bought Duan Lang and A Ye, and left gracefully.

............

When Jin Xiaoman returned to the safe house with a backpack full of supplies, the squirrel was gnawing on a Purification Heart, with a few crumbs still on its lips.

When I first saw Jin Xiaoman, I thought I was seeing things. After all, she looked like she was going to be gone for a long time when she left, but she came back in less than ten minutes.

Jin Xiaoman was also puzzled. The game time flow was normal in the first two instances, so why was it abnormal this time?

But that's good too; it's always good to waste less time.

She took something out of her backpack and placed it in front of the squirrel: "Mr. Squirrel, see if you like it."

Those were two small, colorful gemstones. Before leaving, Jin Xiaoman specially spent one game coin to ask the auction house staff to carve their shapes into the image of a squirrel and herself.

[Sound Transmission Stone: As long as both wearers are in the same time and space, they can transmit sound. There is one opportunity per day to share each other's coordinates. Suggested retail price: 100 game coins.]

Jin Xiaoman stuffed it into the squirrel's pocket: "This will make it much easier for us to find each other in the future. Keep it safe."

The squirrel patted the pocket, indicating that it was reassured.

After washing up, Jin Xiaoman lay on the bed and told the squirrel about what she had seen and heard at the auction.

Squirrel: "When will Sister A-Ye be coming?"

Jin Xiaoman: "It should be ready by tomorrow night."

The squirrel nodded: "That just gave me time to prepare a gift."

Jin Xiaoman gently stroked the squirrel's fur, asking, "So, what are you planning to give it to?"

"Emm, it's confidential."

"Keep it a secret?"

"You told me the gift should be a surprise. What if you told Sister Ye about it?"

"I won't."

"Then I won't tell you either."

The squirrel darted out of the bed, put the luminous pearl into its pocket, and the room instantly became pitch black.

It stretched out its legs and slept perfectly still: "Manman, I'm asleep, don't disturb me."

Jin Xiaoman was amused, and after a moment, she said softly, "Goodnight, Rat Master."

............