Chapter 124: Rastan

As night approached.

The sky was as gloomy and oppressive as ever.

Scattered snowflakes drifted down.

On both sides of the street, the few pedestrians walked with heads bowed and hurried steps, all very cautious.

In the streets of the Black District, as night fell, public order was far worse than during the day.

When the snow melted the following year, several bodies would always be found in some deep, snow-covered alleys.

At that moment.

Beside a dim kerosene streetlamp.

Gune, wearing a robe and cloak, his figure disguised to appear somewhat tall and straight, had a ghost-face vortex mask on his face, the hood wrapped tightly around his head, and white cloth gloves on his hands.

A meter in front of Gune stood a ragged, dirty-faced流浪 boy of about twelve or thirteen.

This stretch of street was the territory of one of the head snakes of the Sugg Ruins City, "Rastan."

Gune had been following this boy for some time.

From his fixed wandering route and his vigorous state of qi and blood, Gune was fairly certain he was one of Rastan's lookouts, not an ordinary street child.

After all, ordinary street children wouldn't dare wander so freely in Rastan's territory.

The consequence of doing so could be becoming one of the bodies found after the snow melted in spring.

At that moment, the流浪 boy looked at Gune with some fear.

"Is your boss 'Rastan'?" Gune asked in a low voice.

Looking at the mysterious man in the ghost-face mask, the boy showed fear, but he gritted his teeth and shook his head stubbornly.

Clearly, he knew the consequences of revealing his own identity and that of his boss.

The boy's expression naturally fell entirely into Gune's eyes, which instead confirmed that the kid was indeed one of Rastan's lookouts.

"I have business with Rastan. This is your payment."

Saying this, Gune took out a gold pound and handed it to the boy.

Looking at that gold pound, the boy swallowed. That one gold pound was a considerable income for him.

Hesitant, the boy didn't dare take it.

"You just need to tell your boss that there's a major transaction waiting for him," Gune said softly, his tone as calm as possible.

After hesitating for a long while, the boy finally looked back at Gune. The twisted vortex ghost-face mask made him sneak a glance and then look away.

"Really?" the boy asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Of course it's true."

With that, Gune stuffed the gold pound directly into the boy's hand.

"If Rastan agrees, wait for me here at this time tomorrow, and I'll give you another gold pound."

Having said that, Gune didn't linger with the boy any longer but turned and left.

Quickly disappearing into the darkness, Gune pondered slightly.

"Rastan" was a boss in the Black District, on the same level as Old Crow.

Only, Old Crow was more into intelligence, while Rastan had connections with the black market.

Moreover, as a supernatural, Rastan sometimes took on "dirty jobs."

Fortunately, Rastan was relatively rule-abiding.

Gune wanted to get a large amount of gold pounds.

A more reliable method was to continue disguising as a Blood Ear Elf and sell "Life Spring Water."

Going to the black market again would be risky—too many eyes and ears, and Blood Ear Elves might be watching.

So this Rastan, who had connections with the black market, was clearly a good choice.

Gune could sell the Life Spring Water to him, and then it would be his own business how to handle it.

Moreover.

Gune could form a long-term trading relationship with this Rastan.

After all, Gune had a lot of Life Spring Water; converting part of it into actual gold pounds would create profit for him.

More importantly.

Gune wasn't afraid of Rastan trying to pull a double-cross.

If they really traded in some secluded place and the other party dared to play dirty.

Given Gune's current strength, it was hard to say who would end up worse off.

Moreover, the writhing flesh, even the "Unspeakable Flesh" that could be called a nuclear-level weapon, were Gune's trump cards.

If Rastan tried any tricks in the transaction, Gune could make him pay a heavy price for his recklessness.

…

The next day.

Night was about to fall.

In a private room on the second floor of a café at the street corner.

Gune, who had been studying a rune analysis book, slowly closed it.

Slightly sensing the blood in his body, Gune smiled lightly.

The blood, which had been a bit hot a few days ago, began to stabilize today.

He was one step closer to blood exchange.

Then, Gune looked out through the glass window.

On the dim street, the kerosene lamp that had been lit yesterday was somehow extinguished today.

Fortunately, Gune's Source Power Vision could clearly see in the gloomy night.

The boy from yesterday was standing there, waiting for something.

After staring for a moment, Gune got up.

Purple Scale Chainmail, Silver Feather Staff, Mithril Short Boots—Gune had brought all the necessary equipment.

There might be a big fight tonight.

If not, so much the better.

Leaving the café, Gune put on his mask and pulled the hood over his head.

With each step, his figure quickly became tall and lean, his gait light, very much like a Blood Ear Elf.

Silently arriving behind the boy, Gune spoke softly, "This is your payment."

"Ah!" The sudden voice startled the boy.

Seeing it was the masked weirdo, the boy quickly calmed down.

Taking the gold pound from Gune's hand, "Follow me," the boy said quickly.

Gune nodded slightly.

The boy ran ahead very fast.

Gune followed like a shadow.

The boy, not hearing footsteps, occasionally glanced back.

Confirming the other was following closely, the boy was now certain that this masked weirdo was probably the same kind as his boss—a "supernatural" who had mastered extraordinary power.

Five or six minutes later.

The boy arrived at the entrance of a small alley.

"The boss is inside," the boy said and then quickly ran off.

Standing at the alley entrance, Gune looked into the depths.

"Woo—"

The cold wind howled through the alley, biting like a knife.

Through Source Power Vision, Gune looked ahead.

The snow on the ground had been cleared, and the freshly fallen snow showed no signs of trampling.

Clearly, not many people passed through here.

At the end, two rather concealed figures hid around a corner, both supernaturals.

At this moment, the advantage of Gune's "Source Power Vision," which he had been constantly adapting and developing, over the "Night Vision" of ordinary supernaturals began to show.

Dark vision only allowed one to see more clearly in the dark, essentially just dilating the pupils to collect more visible light.

In deeper darkness, dark vision could hardly see anything.

Gune's "Source Power Vision" was different.

Even in an absolutely lightless environment, he could still see clearly.

Moreover, the insight of this "Source Power Vision" could directly see the supernaturals hidden behind walls, even glean information about the supernatural themselves.

For example, from the type, thickness, and purity of the source power of the two supernaturals at the corner of the alley.

Gune could judge they were "first-order" "unorthodox" "combat-type supernaturals."

After all, normal first-order combat supernaturals, through systematic learning.

And guided training by mentors, could well restrain and control their source power.

These unorthodox supernaturals had very weak control over their source power; their aura suppression was practically nonexistent, and their source power scattered loosely—one look and you knew they were unorthodox.

Such half-baked supernaturals, if it came to a fight, wouldn't survive half a chapter.

"But for ordinary people, these guys could easily take on ten."

"And... being able to become supernaturals under Rastan, these guys themselves are all ruthless killers."

As he pondered, Gune walked into the alley.