115: You will protect me, right?

Looking at Xiao Jiao's trembling appearance, one would think he was cosplaying a washing machine.

“You must have cleared many dungeons by now, right? How can you be so scared by a few dead NPCs?” Cheng Zhen was speechless.

The staff this guy sold had such strong attributes; it must have come from a high-star dungeon. How could he be such a coward in a three-star dungeon?

Xiao Jiao forced out a smile uglier than a cry: “Guangzi Ge, not everyone can get MVP every time like you. I’m just one of those mediocre players who isn't the best but not the worst, and I don't drag the team down. I only cleared high-star dungeons by luck…”

“Guangzi Ge, for this dungeon, can we clear it without fighting each other, like in [Tribal Conflict]?”

Xiao Jiao truly regretted his decision.

A novice dungeon isn't dangerous? What a load of nonsense! With both internal and external threats, he was practically paying to die!

Cheng Zhen immediately understood what the other party was worried about and chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’m still waiting to trade for that staff. Maybe this time, like before, if we find a special ending, we can all survive!”

“What… what if we don’t find it?” Xiao Jiao was still worried, “Guangzi Ge, will you spare me?”

Cheng Zhen smiled without speaking.

Xiao Jiao: “…You will, right?”

Cheng Zhen: “If I say yes, do you believe me?”

Xiao Jiao wanted to cry but had no tears.

Of course he wouldn't believe it. What kind of saint would sacrifice himself for others?

Cheng Zhen patted his shoulder: “Anyway, you can only follow me now. Let’s figure out how to find clues for the dungeon upgrade!”

There was nothing wrong with that statement.

After all, there were four people in total. One of the other two was his enemy, and the other was his enemy’s teammate. If he didn't follow Cheng Zhen, was he supposed to follow his enemy?

Xiao Jiao wasn't stupid and was very clear about his situation. He sighed and agreed with Cheng Zhen.

“Since the dungeon objective is for us to win in the end, it must mean we need to participate in the Russian roulette here.”

Cheng Zhen looked around and saw that each NPC had some coins in front of them, at least 5.

So, the problem was, they didn't have any coins, did they?

The two carefully checked their pockets, but the dungeon hadn't given them any starting funds.

Cheng Zhen thought for a moment, then looked at the Bartender who was wiping glasses.

“Guests, how may I help you?” The Bartender smiled politely and appropriately when he saw the two approaching.

“We’d like to go play a few rounds.” Cheng Zhen pointed to the table where people were shooting, “But we need some chips. Can you help us?”

The Bartender immediately stopped smiling.

“Go there.” He rolled his eyes, pointed to a corner of the bar, and then turned and walked away.

It was as if the words ‘Get lost’ were written on his face, incredibly realistic.

This was the first time Cheng Zhen had been so looked down upon by an NPC. He was furious: “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Don’t bully a young man for being poor! When I come back, I’ll make you mix drinks for me while doing a flower hand dance!”

Xiao Jiao: “…Forget it, Guangzi Ge, forget it, forget it!”

He pulled Cheng Zhen towards the corner the Bartender had pointed to, and then smelled an extremely strong, foul odor.

It was the smell of decaying, putrid blood.

“Two more paupers!”

In the corner sat a dirty man, tossing a small knife in his hand. He looked at Cheng Zhen and Xiao Jiao, chuckling: “A young punk and a cowardly, hidden-faced wimp? This is an adult’s world, not for you to play house!”

“Cut the crap.” Cheng Zhen spoke directly, “The Bartender said you can give us money here. How do we get it? How much?”

“Heh heh, that depends on what you can give me!”

The man grinned: “Barter for money, understand? If you can’t produce anything decent…”

“Your finger, your ear, or your eye, are all pretty good! I can offer 10 coins, enough for both of you to go in and die! So, which ones do you want to sell?”

It seemed this was an exchange point.

But the problem was, the Raiders's inventory was locked, so even if they wanted to exchange something valuable, they couldn't.

Cheng Zhen lowered his head in thought.

Then he glanced at Xiao Jiao and said, “How about you take off your clothes and try?”

Xiao Jiao’s face changed dramatically: “No, Guangzi Ge, this NPC shouldn’t be into that, right?”

“You’re thinking of peaches!”

Cheng Zhen’s face darkened: “This guy said it’s bartering for money, so just take out whatever you have on you! You’re wearing so many layers, giving him a trench coat shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Cheng Zhen was wearing sportswear for easy movement, which was very comfortable, but probably not worth much in the eyes of an NPC.

On the other hand, Xiao Jiao’s trench coat was waterproof and warm, a branded item of excellent quality.

Xiao Jiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then took off his coat and handed it to the NPC.

The man took it, examined it, felt it, and showed a satisfied expression, then pushed 5 coins to Xiao Jiao.

“This is a brand, Baleno!”

Xiao Jiao looked indignant, dissatisfied that the other party only gave him five broken coins.

“Take it or leave it. If you don’t want it, forget it.”

The NPC didn’t accept bargaining, and he wouldn’t return the trench coat either.

“The entrance fee for one person is 5 coins. If both of us enter, we need 10 coins.” Cheng Zhen recalled the situation at the other tables and looked at Xiao Jiao again.

“Guangzi Ge, I don’t have anything left…” Xiao Jiao was helpless. He was currently only wearing a regular long-sleeved shirt and jeans. He couldn’t go in butt naked, could he?

“No matter.” Cheng Zhen said calmly, “Since the dungeon arranged it this way, it won’t leave us with no solution.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of gloves and showed them to the NPC.

“Oh? Interesting item!”

The man saw the [Porter’s Durable Gloves] and didn’t show any disdain for their worn appearance; instead, he seemed very interested.

The dungeon did lock the inventory, but it didn’t lock the equipment slots!

The Raiders could take items from their equipment slots to exchange for coins.

However, after the man reached out, Cheng Zhen put the gloves away instead.

“What do you mean?” He looked displeased.

What else could he mean? He thought the NPC was too greedy.

If it were other novices, throwing out a few common quality pieces of equipment for coins would be no problem at all.

But Cheng Zhen’s equipment, even the worst, was blue quality. Exchanging them for a few broken coins here would be a huge loss.

A three-star dungeon might not even drop blue quality equipment. Who would work at such a loss?

Cheng Zhen put the gloves back into his equipment slot, then raised his hand and threw out a stack of items, almost collapsing the table in front of the man.

“Huh?” Xiao Jiao looked utterly bewildered.

Wasn't the inventory disabled? Where did this pile of stuff come from?

And what was all this? Why did it all look like junk?

Cheng Zhen: Inventory disabled, but it didn’t say skills disabled!

Chef: Where’s my pot? Where’s my spatula? Where’s my chef’s hat?

Survivor: Where’s my axe? Where’s my big sweater? Where’s all the wood I chopped?

Several ads had been fleeced again, the unlucky ones miserable and woebegone, only the naked man in a swimsuit escaped because he only had his swim trunks left…

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