Ark Undead

Similarly, the undead never thought of showing any pity.

Such a thing is not enough for him to feel pity for the girl.

He wasn't some great philanthropist; he'd seen this kind of thing countless times. It just so happened that this girl had crossed him and gotten caught by him.

However, if this deal could indirectly grant her the right to live, then the immortals would be happy for her for a little while, in addition to benefiting from it.

Since they are all people who strive to live, her very existence has an indelible value.

After all, help and pity cannot be equated.

The girl's eyes widened, unsure of what to say.

After a long silence, she nodded sharply.

"I'll take it!"

Only a fool wouldn't answer!

The girl quickly put away the Lungmen coins placed in front of her.

She then raised her head and looked at the man in front of her with a professional smile.

"Boss, what's your name? It's impossible that after I find the information, I can't find you, right?"

"Immortal."

"The Undead said."

"What about you?"

My name is...

Before she could finish speaking, the Undead interrupted her.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll go ask Officer Chen."

"Hey!"

The girl glared at the immortal, her smile vanishing instantly.

She had come up with several pseudonyms, but now they're all ruined!

This wasn't her first time in jail, and she was already quite familiar with the prison guards.

Because she was not yet proficient and frequently ended up in the police station, her name was known to Officer Chen.

Several times after she went in, Officer Chen came to visit her and even brought her a pork chop rice.

She could sense Officer Chen's kindness, and she could also perceive that this kindness was not condescending in the slightest.

That was not pity, but simply the desire, as a human being, to make her a better person.

Therefore, she felt very guilty and did not want Officer Chen to know that she had stolen things.

Although she's already very thick-skinned.

The immortal man also noticed the girl's abnormal behavior when he mentioned Officer Chen's name, so he simply used this incident to put pressure on her.

"hateful..."

The girl muttered something under her breath, then reluctantly spoke.

"Just call me by my nickname, Dark Stalker. People in the underworld will know who I am when they hear that name."

People like them are abandoned before they even reach the age where they can have independent proof of identity.

Without a proper job, even if you reach the age where you can get identification, you still can't get one that belongs to you.

Therefore, the name is actually the least important thing.

It's just a tool for naming things.

"I see."

The Undead nodded and said.

"Come here in three days to find you."

After saying that, the Undead reached out and extinguished the fire in front of him, pulled his greatsword from the ground and hung it on his back, then left on his own.

Only An Suo, still standing there, remained bewildered, clutching the money hidden in his bag.

This was the first time this little girl, barely a teenager, had encountered such a strange person.

But at least she knew that she might not have to worry about making a living for the time being.

For the foreseeable future, I won't have to go to the police station to be treated to pork chop rice.

Xiao Ansuo looked at the banknotes in her hand, which had been marked by her rubbing, and pursed her lips.

"Rich people...but they're still pleasing to the eye."

139. An ordinary and unremarkable fishmonger

For Ansuo, the deposit given to her by the Undead was no longer charity after Ansuo sensed the Undead's serious attitude; it was now seen as the result of a fool with too much money.

It's outrageous that you can get a message for just a few thousand LMD.

But for some reason, An Suo didn't dislike this kind of help; in other words, she was quite happy about it.

The underage girl carefully put away the several thousand yuan, then lay on the shabby bed in a daze.

An Suo didn't know if what the Undead said was what he truly thought, but she knew that the Undead had no reason to deceive her.

She was just an insignificant thief in the Lungmen slums. Perhaps this knight from Kazimierz wasn't only looking for her; he was simply casting a wide net to ensure he could get the latest intelligence.

But An Suo never considered running away the first time.

She felt that if she left like this, the several thousand yuan in her hand would be too hot to handle, and she couldn't hold onto it properly.

After lying on the bed for a while, she suddenly sat up.

It was still noon, but for An Suo, it was the perfect time to work.

"hiss!"

She had just sat up by pushing herself up from the floor when she felt a throbbing pain in her right wrist.

An Suo's dusty face immediately contorted in pain.

"Damn it! That hurts!"

After leaving Darkrope's dilapidated little home, the Undead quickly forgot about the incident, only remembering that he had to return here in three days.

He hadn't really expected this girl to provide him with much useful information. He was simply making a deal with her in his own way, and gambling on her abilities.

If she runs away after three days, then even if someone dies, they won't actually go to Chen's place to ask for his name.

It was just a guess to begin with, there's no need to dig into the details over a few thousand dollars.

This is just an investment; the person who didn't die has calculated it very clearly.

A few thousand yuan is nothing to him.

After all, the girl probably didn't know that the anonymous card she returned contained at least seven figures in Lungmen dollars.

The immortal man wandered around outside again, taking a few turns.

People were giving him strange looks, but the Undead decided to go back to the hotel first.

If I have nothing to do tonight, I might as well ask Skadi where that friend she mentioned yesterday is.

The reason the undead were interested in that person was that he could use a human body to resist the spiritual corruption of the abyss.

Although that may be an exaggeration, it is still an extremely remarkable achievement.

Every day, Jie does the same job.

They would get up at dawn and join the fleet to go fishing in the nearest lake.

With his skillful maneuvering, Jie always managed to retrieve the most cargo from the fleet.

When the sun was almost rising over the coastline, the fleet would stop fishing, and Jie would select a batch of fish of decent quality from his catch and store them away beforehand.

Before the morning market opens, they go to their stall to change the water in the tank, and put the selected fish back in the tank, waiting for customers to come and buy them.

Jie's fish stall is quite famous in the morning market, and he's the only one who sells fresh fish every day.

Unless it's fish that tastes almost the same after freezing, or imported fish, I would never leave fish out until the next day.

Usually, Jie's fish stall is always the first to close because he has a lot of repeat customers.

Around noon, Jie started packing up his stall. If there were any fish he couldn't sell, he would give them to some of his nearby vendor friends.

Of course, such behavior will also earn their goodwill, and they will give you some fresh vegetables or meat that day.

Then Jie would drive his little tricycle back home.

After lunch, Jie will wash his face and brush his teeth. Then he will take a nap in his room for an hour or two to catch up on the sleep he got from waking up early in the morning.

Then, around three or four in the afternoon, I set an alarm, sat up in bed, and went to the kitchen to prepare all the fish that the fish ball shop would need that night.

Yes, Jie also owns a fish ball shop, a small rented shop right downstairs from his house.

The space, though only thirty or forty square meters, was well-managed by Jie and transformed into a fish ball shop with a somewhat Eastern style.

Walk through the narrow aisle, sit at the bar, and ask the barista what delicious fish balls they have for today, and which fish they recommend for the freshest fish balls.

Jie was a man of few words. When faced with a customer's question, Jie would at most yawn, then hand him the menu and point to the small print at the very bottom.

"Our fish balls are made fresh daily."

Several years later, Mr. Jie was able to accurately grasp the number of fish consumed each day.

If there are any fish balls left, Jie will eat them as a late-night snack, scooping them out and enjoying a beer while relaxing before closing up shop.

Late at night, after seeing the last guest off, I closed the door and began cleaning up the leftovers from the day's guests.

After tidying up the kitchen, I put today's garbage bag in front of the door, locked the door, and went upstairs to rest.

There are many reasons why Jie's fish ball shop was able to operate in a slum without being interfered with by any underworld forces.

There are many outrageous rumors about him.

Some say that Jie is a spy from another country, whose knife skills are superb, and anyone who dares to try to find out his identity will be cut into pieces by him with his fish knife.