Volume 4, Chapter 18 – What If You Hurt Yourself in the Fall?

“Two little girls driving out in an off-road vehicle. They look like rich kids, so why would they suddenly want to sell the car for no reason?”

The boss, Bucket Bro, frowned.

Something about it felt off.

“Boss, do you think they might have stolen the car? That’s why they’re in such a hurry to get rid of it,” one of his lackeys guessed.

Bucket Bro’s eyes lit up. “That makes sense!”

If the car was stolen, then wanting to dispose of it as quickly as possible would be perfectly normal.

Those two little girls had some nerve.

“I’ll go in first and see what’s going on. You go call over more of the boys.” Bucket Bro waved his hand.

“Yes, Boss!”

The lackey scampered off excitedly.

This was a big deal. Counting the two girls as well, wouldn’t this bring back several hundred thousand Bilu?

Bucket Bro trembled with excitement.

He had noticed Anran and Aila a long time ago.

After discovering that Yumo had spoken with them, he had immediately gone over to ask what was going on.

“Selling a car, buying a car?”

Big, fat sheep had come right to his door.

Bucket Bro strode into the black market.

It was cold and quiet inside, not very lively. Mainly because it was not yet peak business hours. Once night fell, the black market would become much more crowded.

Anran walked a few steps down the street, scanning her surroundings, and soon found the shop owner Yumo had mentioned.

“I heard you buy and sell cars here?” Anran asked bluntly.

“Selling a car is easy enough. Buying one depends on your luck.”

The shop owner had a toothpick in his mouth.

He grinned, completely unconcerned about his appearance.

“I’m not very picky. As long as it runs, it’ll do.” Anran shook her head.

“All right, then. Come take a look.”

The shop owner waved his hand, pulled aside a curtain, and headed into the back.

“Anran, Anran, this man looks like a bad person at first glance.” Aila tugged at Anran’s pants.

“Shh—”

Anran made a silencing gesture.

“Even if he’s not a good person, there are times when we still have to deal with people like him. Just watch carefully for now.”

“Mhm.” Aila nodded.

Anran led Aila and followed him.

“What do you think of this one?”

The shop owner stood in front of a battered SUV and slapped the hood hard.

Did they drag this thing out of a mud pit or what?

Anran frowned.

“Don’t judge it by how old it looks. Its performance is still great. You can buy it right now for only 30,000 Bilu.”

Thirty thousand Bilu for this heap of scrap?

“Do you have any other cars?”

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“Not for the time being.” The shop owner picked at his teeth with the toothpick.

“Then I’ll sell mine first. Take a look at how much my car is worth.”

“That works too. Your car…”

The shop owner was just about to ask Anran something when someone suddenly walked in. “Boss, Bucket Bro wants to see you.”

“Well…” The shop owner gave Anran an awkward smile.

“You go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

The shop owner went out.

Anran strolled around the back courtyard twice, then casually sat down on a broken stool.

“Anran, Anran, I heard those people outside saying there’s business worth several hundred thousand Bilu on us.” Aila tugged at Anran’s pants again.

“Huh?”

Was it because of the bounty?

Had she been exposed?

Anran immediately pressed, “What else did they say?”

“They said they’d already gone to call more people. They said they were going to use money to keep us here for now.”

Hmm—

Should she just slip away right now, or kill her way out immediately and not give them any time to react?

Anran stood up and walked to the doorway, just in time to see Bucket Bro heading outside.

She immediately used Scout on him.

Only level 10?

No, this was probably just a lackey.

The shop owner was… level 9.

They were so pathetically weak it felt real.

It stood to reason that there should not be anyone too powerful in a newbie village.

“Aila, don’t say anything in a little while,” Anran warned.

…

“Let’s go look at the car now.” The shop owner smiled warmly.

“No problem.”

Anran decided to keep watching for now.

Her car, which she had swindled, was parked not far from the black market.

It was a very, very new car, though now covered in some dust.

The shop owner’s eyes lit up at once. This car had to be worth well over a hundred thousand. And if those two girls were caught and sold off, with looks like theirs, they would fetch at least another hundred thousand or more.

Heh heh heh.

He had to keep them steady for now. Bucket Bro had already gone to call for people.

“Nice car. I’d say it could sell for about 100,000 Bilu.” The shop owner pretended to inspect it seriously.

“It can really sell for a hundred thousand?”

This bastard is definitely trying to cheat me.

Anran walked to the car door. She also had a few nice things she wanted to “sell.”

“You don’t believe me? As long as you sincerely want to sell it, we can transfer the money right now,” the shop owner said.

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“Sure. Let’s go.” Anran took out a long cloth-wrapped bundle and slung it over her back.

Before long, they were back in the black market.

“What are you dawdling for? Are you doing this deal or not?” Anran urged.

“Don’t rush. Right away, right away.”

Sweat broke out on the shop owner’s forehead.

Damn it, why wasn’t Bucket Bro here yet?

One hundred thousand. Where the hell was he supposed to get that much money?

Beep beep—

At that moment, the phone rang.

The shop owner saw that it was Bucket Bro calling, immediately gestured for Anran to be patient, and answered the call.

“What? You can’t make it for now?!”

The shop owner’s courage faltered, and his heart filled with curses.

“Well…” He gave Anran an awkward smile.

“You’re screwing with me, aren’t you? Hm? My time is valuable!”

Anran suddenly pulled the Crimson Blade out of the long bundle and pressed it to the side of the shop owner’s neck.

Clink!

The shop owner was so frightened his toothpick dropped right out of his mouth.

Good lord…

Was she here to do business or commit robbery?

“Are you doing this deal or not? Give me a straight answer!”

The Crimson Blade’s cold edge made the shop owner’s neck turn chilly.

Aila watched Anran’s technique with curiosity.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

“Then the money…” Anran’s hand trembled slightly.

The shop owner’s body trembled right along with it, and a cut opened on his neck, drawing blood.

“I have it, I have it. I’ve got money.”

Panicking like mad, he fumbled all his money out, searched all around the room, and managed to scrape together only a little over 30,000 Bilu.

Anran frowned.

The shop owner panicked even harder. “That’s really all I’ve got. I don’t dare keep too much cash in the shop. How about you come home with me to get the rest?”

He hardened his heart. He had no choice at the moment, but once Bucket Bro arrived and caught her, even if it meant getting less for selling her off, he would still make sure she paid for this in blood.

“Sure.” A radiant smile appeared on Anran’s face.

A moment ago, Aila had tugged at her pants.

Anran herself had also heard the dense sound of approaching footsteps.

Scout.

Through a flimsy curtain.

Anran saw that the first few lackeys in front were only levels 6 and 7.

They were really nothing to look at.

And the weapons they were carrying were only knives.

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“Bucket Bro!” The shop owner was overjoyed. His chance to turn things around had come.

Pfft—

Then Anran sent the shop owner to heaven with a single slash.

He died with his eyes still open.

Outside the curtain.

Bucket Bro laughed loudly. “That stranger, Yumo, held me up on the road for a bit. I threatened her with that book, and she got out of the way. Ha ha, if only she wasn’t a stranger. Ha ha!”

A lackey lifted the curtain first.

Pfft—

Skewered.

Pfft—

A spray of blood suddenly splashed across Bucket Bro’s laughing face.

He stopped short in shock and reached up to touch his cheek.

Blood!

Toothpick guy, you…

Bang!

The two people strung together like kebabs were kicked out by Anran.

Tch. The three of them together had only given 320 EXP.

Slash—

The dark red blade ripped the curtain apart in an instant and continued chasing the people behind it.

“Move, quick—”

Crash!

The Anran who burst out suddenly did not even need to activate her mechanical boots. She was already so fast that this bunch of weaklings outside could not react at all.

“Ah…”

“Aaah…”

“AAAAH!”

Bucket Bro, who had been full of eager anticipation just moments ago, was now so frightened he nearly pissed himself. He grabbed a knife from the ground, turned, and ran for his life.

“Anran, Anran, someone ran that way!” Aila immediately reminded her.

“It’s fine. I’ll let him run thirty-nine meters first!”

Anran finished off the last lackey with one slash.

By now, the shop in the black market was filled with the smell of blood.

All told, Anran had gained 1,450 EXP.

Those guys were too low-level now. They simply could not provide much EXP.

“Let’s go. We’ll follow the one who ran and see where he goes.”

Anran took Aila’s hand and ran outside.

Wow, Anran looked kind of cool like this.

Aila recalled an adjective she had learned online.

It was probably something like that.

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Bucket Bro ran all the way home on instinct.

It was a rather run-down courtyard, but it covered a decent amount of ground.

Normally, this was also where he gathered his lackeys to discuss matters.

Hide, hide.

Bucket Bro was panicking like crazy.

His mind was full of flying blood and that girl whose figure he had almost been unable to see clearly.

Too terrifying.

Damn it, how had he provoked someone this terrifying?

He shoved the door open and rushed straight in.

At a glance, he saw Yumo standing in the courtyard.

“I don’t want that book from you anymore. Today, I’m going to kill you no matter what!” Yumo drew her wooden sword, her eyes filled with resolve.

“Get out of my way. I don’t have time to play these childish games with you right now.” Staggering, Bucket Bro dodged Yumo’s attack and rushed into his room.

Money. All the money was under the bed.

Bucket Bro had just dragged the chest out—

Clatter, clatter—

Several large roof tiles suddenly fell from above. He looked up and saw a small figure dropping straight down.

“Mother of—” Bucket Bro rolled backward.

He ended up pressed against the wall.

The one who had fallen down was the smaller of the two target girls.

“…”

A ruthless thought flashed through Bucket Bro’s mind. Raising his knife, he charged forward. If he could not beat the big one, could he not beat this smaller one?

Pfft!

A huge gash suddenly tore open across Bucket Bro’s back. Blood sprayed out, his strength failed him, and he pitched forward onto the ground.

“Honestly. Didn’t I tell you not to climb up onto the roof with me? This house is so fragile. What if you got hurt in the fall?”

Grumbling, Anran walked toward Aila.

At that very moment, Bucket Bro was just about to swing the knife in his hand.

Pfft!

As Anran passed by, she casually finished him off with one more slash.

“Aila, are you okay?”

Anran picked Aila up from where she had fallen.

The beam was so rotten that it snapped the moment Aila put her weight on it. It was far too fragile. It simply could not hold itself together.

“I’m fine, Anran. It didn’t hurt at all!” Aila patted her backside and dusted herself off.

Anran nodded.

She walked over to the chest Bucket Bro had just pulled out. “Oh? You’ve actually got some savings. They’re mine now. Hm? What’s this book?”

Anran took out a thread-bound volume.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Yumo walked in from outside.

“Why is it you two?” Her eyes widened.