Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"We don't have any for now." The shop owner picked his teeth with a toothpick.

"Then I'll sell my car first. See how much it's worth."

"That works too, your car..."

Just as the shop owner was about to ask An Ran, someone walked in: "Boss, Brother Bucket needs to talk to you."

"Um..." The shop owner looked at An Ran with an awkward smile.

"You go ahead, I'll wait here for a bit."

The shop owner went outside.

Anran strolled around the backyard twice before casually sitting down on a broken stool.

"Anran, Anran, I heard those people outside saying we have hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of business." Ella tugged at Anran's pants again.

"what?"

Could it be about the bounty?

Did I expose myself?

An Ran immediately pressed, "What else did they say?"

"They said they had already gone to call for help, and that they would try to appease us with money first."

Um--

Should we just slip away, or should we charge out now and not give them a chance to react?

An Ran got up and walked to the door, just in time to see Brother Water Bucket about to leave.

She immediately cast a scout spell.

Only level 10?

No, this should just be a lackey.

The shop owner is... Level 9.

It's really bad.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any very powerful people in the beginner village.

"Ella, don't say anything later," Anran warned.

……

"Let's go look at the cars now," the shop owner said with a warm smile.

"no problem."

Anran decided to take another look.

The car she (scammed) was parked not far from the black market.

It was a very new car, although it had some dust on it.

The shop owner's eyes lit up immediately. This car must be worth over 100,000 yuan, and if these two girls were kidnapped and sold, they could be worth at least 100,000 yuan just for their looks.

Hey hey hey.

We need to calm them down first; Bucket Bro has already gone to call for reinforcements.

"This car is nice. I think it's worth about 10 yuan." The shop owner pretended to be examining the car carefully.

"Can it really sell for 100,000?"

This guy is definitely trying to scam me.

Anran walked to the car door; she had some good stuff to "sell."

"You don't believe me? As long as you're really willing to sell, we can go and transfer the money right now," the shop owner said.

“Okay, let’s go.” An Ran took a long cloth bag and carried it on her back.

They soon went to the black market.

"What are you dawdling for? Are you going to do this business or not?" An Ran urged.

"Don't worry, right away, right away."

The shop owner was sweating.

Damn it, why hasn't Bucket Bro arrived yet?

Ten thousand! Where did he get so much money?

"Dudu-"

Just then, the phone rang.

Upon seeing that it was Brother Bucket calling, the shop owner immediately gestured for Anran to calm down and answered the phone.

"What? You can't come for the time being!"

The shop owner was terrified, his mind filled with utter rage.

“Um…” He looked at An Ran with an awkward smile.

"Are you kidding me?! Well, my time is very precious!"

An Ran suddenly pulled the Crimson Blade from her long backpack and held it to the shopkeeper's neck.

"Clang!" The shopkeeper was so startled that he dropped his toothpick.

Goodness...

Are they here to do business or to rob?

"Are you going to do this business or not? Give me a straight answer!"

The Crimson Blade's icy blade sent a chill down the shopkeeper's spine.

Ella watched Anran's actions with curiosity.

"I'll do it!"

“That money…” An Ran’s hand trembled.

The shop owner's body trembled, and his neck was cut and bled.

"Yes, yes, I have the money."

He frantically pulled out his money, searching the room but only found 3 coins.

An Ran frowned.

The shop owner was even more flustered: "Is that really all I have? I don't dare keep too much money in this shop. Why don't you come with me to my house to get it?"

He hardened his heart. He was forced by circumstances to wait until Brother Bucket arrived. Once he caught you, he would rather sell you for less money than let you bleed.

“Sure!” An Ran’s face lit up with a bright smile.

Ella just tugged at her pants.

An Ran herself heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Reconnaissance techniques.

Separated by a not-so-thick curtain.

An Ran noticed that the first few henchmen were all level 6 or 7.

That's really not enough.

The weapon used is still a knife.

"Bucket Bro!" The shop owner was overjoyed; his time to turn his life around had come.

puff--

Then An Ran sent the shop owner to his death with a single blow.

He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Outside the curtain.

Bucket Guy laughed loudly: "I was stopped by that stranger Yu Mo on the way, which delayed me a bit. I threatened her with that book, and she moved aside. Haha, if only she weren't a stranger. Haha!"

The younger brother lifted the curtain first.

puff--

Skewers.

puff--

Suddenly, a splatter of blood appeared on Bucket Guy's laughing face.

He stopped in his tracks in astonishment and reached up to touch his cheek.

Blood!

Toothpick guy, you...

"boom!"

The two people who were eating skewers were immediately kicked out by An Ran.

Bah, the three of them combined only gave 320 experience points.

brush--

The dark red blade slicing through the curtain in an instant and continued its pursuit of the people behind it.

"Flash mob..."

Whoosh!

An Ran suddenly rushed out without even needing to activate her mechanical leg armor; she was so fast that the group of weaklings outside couldn't react at all.

"what……"

"Ah ah ah..."

"what!!!"