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"No need to discount, just promise us two conditions."

"What?" Lehman cheered up.

Jiang Baimian roughly mentioned the fast food restaurants of Tisuna, Li Qiong and others, and gave the condition of the lowest price supply and the corresponding deadline.

"It's hard to sell the manor at a good price like this..." Lehman muttered a few words, but still agreed, "Well, this is equivalent to giving you another [-]% discount!"

He asked bluntly:

"What about the second condition?"

"Do you have a way to get the tickets for the noble box in the highest arena?" Jiang Baimian asked casually on the surface.

Lehman glanced at her, Shang Jianyao and Gnawa, showing a simple and honest smile like an old farmer:

"This is not too difficult, but I have a premise."

"What?" Jiang Baimian's eyes moved slightly.

Lehman said frankly:

"I can only provide tickets after I leave the original city."

Very sharp... As expected of an arms dealer who can live to this day... Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and said:

"No problem. There are three gladiatorial fights in total, five tickets for each."

"So much?" Lehman blurted out, making no effort to hide his embarrassment and distress.

This seems to cost him a "amount" of favors or money or materials.

Seeing Jiang Baimian looking at him with a half-smile, Lehman returned a polite smile:

"Although it is indeed a lot, it is nothing compared to my life."

Because he still had to buy tickets for the gladiatorial match, he pushed the delivery time to eight o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow.

After exiting No. 55 Corner Street, Jiang Baimian and the others circled around twice before getting into their modified jeep.

After waiting for a while, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong returned to the car carrying the box containing the military exoskeleton device.

After listening to the team leader's retelling and Shang Jianyao's story-like supplement, Long Yuehong said with a little horror:

"That Wu Meng is very powerful..."

If he really affects the radio audience without a specific target, then given enough conditions, he can even destroy a city!

Moreover, he doesn't care about life, other people, or order at all.

Jiang Baimian said with a "hmm":

"Actually, his name reminds me of an idiom, Wu Xia Amon."

"This is the name he chose himself, does it mean it's different from before?" Bai Chen instantly understood what the team leader meant.

"It may also be taken by his parents, expressing good wishes." Gnava gave another possibility obtained from the analysis.

Jiang Baimian did not answer Bai Chen's rhetorical question, but thoughtfully said to himself:

"In the chaotic era when the old world was just destroyed, many people broke away from the shackles of social order, and after possessing certain abilities or resources, they all showed extreme disregard for the lives and personalities of others..."

"Not only in the era of chaos." Gnava added according to the information, "Even in the new calendar, there are many similar things."

"Inflated." Shang Jianyao commented.

So, maybe Wu Meng is like this too?He got the terrifying power from the wasteland 13 ruins?Long Yuehong recounted her guess, and finally said with emotion:

"The original city is really hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

The "Old Tune Group" has only been here for a few days, and they have encountered so many hidden and terrifying powerhouses. However, the "Original City" can still maintain an order above the standard. The strength can be imagined.

"So, just because we successfully killed the real 'priest', we can't think that we can walk sideways in the initial city." Jiang Baimian took the opportunity to start education within the group, "Next, we need to keep a low profile, keep a low profile, keep a low profile, and be serious Really advancing our main mission.”

After confirming that they could get the tickets for the gladiatorial match from Lehman, the main mission of the "Old Tune Group" to contact the descendants of Ole finally took a substantial step.

——The reason why Jiang Baimian wanted the tickets for the three gladiatorial matches was because he didn't want to "know" Ole's grandson Marcus recklessly, and planned to do one or two observations first and play by ear.

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While waiting for Lehman to get the tickets, the "Old Tune Team" was not idle, and they split up again to find Xiao Chong and Han Wanghuo.

Antana Street, the underground black market.

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong found the organ dealer Yan Miao.

"Are you here to buy or to sell? If you sell, it depends on whether there are buyers and how many buyers there are, so that the final price can be determined..." Yan Miao said a lot.

While listening carefully, Bai Chen noticed that when Yan Miao spoke, she was always observing the reactions of herself and Long Yuehong.

She nodded her head invisibly, without any fuss, and took out Han Wanghuo's portrait:

"Have you met this man?"

Yan Miao glanced at it, laughed and said:

"Would you believe me if I said I hadn't seen it?"

"I don't believe it." Long Yuehong felt that this was the answer at this very moment.

Yan Miao smiled and said:

"If you don't believe me, there is nothing you can do."

"..." Long Yuehong didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

Fortunately, Yan Miao said again:

"Yes, I have. He came to buy a heart and wanted to have a transplant, but the matching failed."

"When did this happen?" Bai Chen asked calmly.

Yan Miao made an expression of reminiscence:

"Yesterday, yes, yesterday afternoon."

What did you remember yesterday afternoon?Long Yuehong managed to hold back this slander.

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Before Bai Chen and Long Yuehong could respond, Yan Miao sighed to herself:

"He is a subhuman, how can it be so easy to find a suitable heart? Even a normal human being, it still depends on luck! I have a lot of customers who have waited for two or three years and haven't waited for a suitable organ. No more, and it basically means death if you don't wait, or use another method.

"What do you want him for? He owes you a lot of money? Has he cheated on you? I don't think he looks like someone with any background. Although he looks fierce, he is quite kind..."

Needless to say so much... Long Yuehong gradually had the feeling of a large number of mosquitoes buzzing in her ears.

Bai Chen nodded and said:

"Do you know where he lives?"

Yan Miao laughed:

"I'd like to know, but he won't tell.

"Everyone who comes and goes to the black market knows that they must not reveal their real identity and residential address here. You will never imagine how many bad guys are hiding in Antana Street. Maybe it's just a dog squatting on the side of the road. I followed some unlucky guy, threw him to the ground, dragged him into a secluded alley, and bit him to death as food."

This time, Long Yuehong didn't dislike Yan Miao's talkativeness, because it was still interesting.

There are many deformed creatures on the dusty soil, and even a dog can be very dangerous.

In the Green Olive District, stray animals are the food in the eyes of the residents, and a dog with no skills really can't survive.

Bai Chen turned to ask:

"Can I buy his matching data?"

Yan Miao put away her grinning expression and said seriously:

"You don't seem to be coming to Antana Street for the first time. You should have heard of me. Don't you know that I can become a well-known organ dealer in Primordial City because of my strict words and keeping promises?"

Having said that, he laughed again:

"Even if I want to cheat you, I will cheat you so clearly that you are willing to cheat."

Bai Chen ended the topic, and asked about the irregular organ dealers in the original city.

After leaving the underground black market, Long Yuehong sighed and said:

"Old Han's life is really bad."

From Yan Miao being able to say key words such as "second person" and "heart", he can confirm that the other party has really met Han Wanghuo.

In places where the organ trade is most active, Han Wanghuo failed to make a match, so other channels can be imagined.

"There's still us, and the mechanical heart." Bai Chen said calmly.

The slave trader Eugene who captured her once had a mechanical artificial heart transplanted.

Although this technology seems to have many problems and various sequelae, it is completely sufficient to maintain life and even obtain explosive power beyond ordinary people.

Didn't it mean that it was very expensive and controlled? Even Eugene, the leader of the slave hunting team, could only find cheap workshops to transplant irregular products?Long Yuehong muttered something in her heart, but didn't say it.

Although Bai Chen seemed to have walked out of that past, he still felt that the name Eugene should be mentioned as little as possible.

He had nothing to say and asked:

"That organ dealer shouldn't have lied, don't you think?"

Bai Chen glanced at him and said:

"I can only confirm that Han Wanghuo approached him and talked about the heart transplant, but I don't know if it's true or not.

"However, I have noticed that when he observes us or wants to cover up something, he talks more.

"In short, we still keep an eye on him, while taking care of other organ dealers."

"Okay." Long Yuehong was still very proactive in finding Han Wanghuo.

The part of the underground black market that belongs to Yan Miao.

The organ dealer turned around, walked to the back room, and knocked lightly on the door.

"You can come out." He said with a smile.

With a creak, the door opened, and a tall and thin man came out.

He has a cropped hair, yellow eyes, messy eyebrows, and two horizontal and vertical scars on his face. He looks very fierce. He is exactly the Han Wanghuo that the "Old Tune Group" is looking for.

Looking at the road leading to the exit of the black market, Han Wanghuo, who was carrying a rifle, exhaled inaudibly.

"The enemy?" Yan Miao asked with a smile.

Han Wanghuo shook his head:

"A few friends I knew before."

"Then why don't you see them?" Yan Miao looked curious.

Han Wanghuo simply replied:

"You don't have to know."

Yan Miao let out a "huh":

"If it wasn't for my good intentions to let you hide in the room, you would have been discovered by them. What's wrong with that? It's just because I don't want to drag my friends down, I don't want to see my friends in the way they are now, and we are just superficial friends... ..."

Han Wanghuo remained silent without answering, and waited until Yan Miao finished talking.

Yan Miao didn't bother with this matter, and instead said:

"Why are you here today?

"How can matching be so fast? It takes some time for you to start a machine! Can you believe the matching report that was produced in a day? What you transplanted is a heart. If something goes wrong, you can't even use the operating table I can't even download it, ah yes, you have to pay my agency fee in advance, I don't want to charge money from the dead..."

After nagging for a while, Yan Miao suddenly smiled:

"However, there is great hope this time. There just happens to be a person who volunteers to sell his heart and your situation is very similar. Maybe he can be successfully matched."

"Why do you say it's similar?" Han Wanghuo's tone was vaguely expectant.

Yan Miao smiled and said:

"She, yes, a woman, who was originally a normal person, was later infected in the wasteland on the north shore, and there were certain distortions, and this was mainly in the heart.

"As a result, she has a certain disease, which is almost terminally ill.