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"Stop—stop! One million Mechanical Coins, no, five million Mechanical Coins! No, no, no, whatever you want, I can agree to it, but please don’t throw it, whatever you do!" The old man screamed as if his pants were on fire, his eyes fixed intently on the pale yellow orb in Lin Yuan's Mechanical Arms.
This time, Lin Yuan finally paused, asking with displeasure, "Who are you? Breaking into someone else's home is quite rude. You’d better give me a satisfactory reason."
Lin Yuan was not pleased. Although he was just messing around here, the materials he had thrown down were of excellent quality. Therefore, he had gained quite a bit; at least in the last few minutes, he had already received two notifications.
"Ding! You have mastered a potion recipe: Deadly Poison Smoke. It has strong lethality against Carbon-Based Life and Silicon-based Life. Your Alchemist skill has leveled up."
"Ding! You have mastered a potion recipe: Deadly Poison. It can be applied to Melee Weapons or physical ammunition to inflict additional damage on targets. Note that this potion is ineffective against Mechanical Life and Dark Demon Race beings."
Not bad at all. Although these two potions were somewhat lackluster, being able to level up as an Alchemist Apprentice through this method was still worthwhile.
"My friend, please calm down. I mean no harm; I just want to buy that Demon Droppings from you. You set the price!" The old man looked as if he had seen a stunning beauty, nearly drooling.
"Demon Droppings? Forget it. Meeting is fate; talking about Mechanical Coins is so mundane—consider it a gift!" Lin Yuan chuckled as he tossed the Demon Droppings to the old man. Then, in the blink of an eye, he took out another Demon Droppings, still intending to toss it into the large pot.
"Cough cough cough! Help! Brother—no, you are my lord! Please don’t mess around anymore! Can we talk privately? I’ll buy all the Demon Droppings you have!"
The old man, who had just been overjoyed, suddenly began to scream in desperation once again.
Hearing this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly. He wasn't foolish enough to squander his resources. Although this old man appeared mysterious, the fact that he could move safely through this toxic smoke and recognized the Demon Droppings proved that he had considerable expertise in the Alchemist field—at least much better than Lin Yuan.
Thus, Lin Yuan deliberately took control of the situation; giving away one Demon Droppings was nothing compared to what he intended to extract from this old man! Of course, he didn’t care much for Mechanical Coins; what he wanted was for this old man to help him craft ammunition for his Hurricane Hammer.
Without ammunition, a Hurricane Hammer was like a toothless tiger.
However, Lin Yuan wouldn’t easily let the old man see through his intentions. So he merely sneered coldly and said, "Hey! Old Man, who do you think you are? Do you know what shameless means? I give you a Demon Droppings and you want more? Hurry up and leave; I'm still concocting potions. I must create the strongest potion in history! Huh? What’s with that expression? Do you look down on me?"
"Cough cough cough!"
The Old Man couldn't help but cough violently, wondering how such a peculiar character could have appeared.
Looking into the large pot that was boiling, he saw what seemed to be treasures, yet all mixed together, it was nothing but trash. The Old Man felt that if he stayed here any longer, he might just die from frustration.
However, dying from frustration was still better than dying from envy!
So he swallowed his anger and said, "Brother, why make things so complicated? When doing things, one should value efficiency. Whatever kind of potion you want, I have it all here for you, completely free of charge. Just take whatever you like, but please, don’t keep messing around!"
"Are you sure? You look like an old conman to me! Thomas, Thomas, come out and verify this!" Lin Yuan shouted irresponsibly.
"It's useless, brother. The toxic smoke you’ve created has left nothing alive in its wake; how could he possibly come over? However, I have a way to prove it. Watch closely!" The Old Man was straightforward and casually took out a strange set of equipment. He flipped a switch, and instantly, the swirling toxic smoke was completely sucked into it, condensing into hundreds of pills in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yuan couldn't help but marvel; just this piece of equipment showed that the Old Man was quite extraordinary.
"Very good. I’ll give you credit for that. Lead the way; I can take whatever I see!"
"No problem, no problem!" At this point, the Old Man finally regained some composure and quickly collected all the waste that Lin Yuan had brewed in the large pot. During the collection process, his expression was as bitter as a bitter melon, sighing heavily.
Afterward, Lin Yuan didn’t wait for Thomas and the others since they had already fled far away from the residents of the upper floors.
The Old Man's home was on the nineteenth floor below Thomas's place. Surprisingly, this entire floor was completely occupied by his family and built quite solidly. From Lin Yuan's perspective, it was clear that this wasn't an ordinary residence; it resembled a fortress.
What intrigued Lin Yuan was that upon entering the Old Man's home, there was not a hint of any strange odor at all. It was kept very clean despite being filled with jars and various materials.
"This doesn't fit the narrative development at all," Lin Yuan muttered to himself. According to the usual storyline, he should have encountered a hidden eccentric in the community—someone with a strange temperament who would definitely be messy and disheveled, picking their nose while wielding a dog-beating stick and having a penchant for eating chicken bottoms!
Anyone who fits any of the above criteria must be a hidden genius among the common folk, and conversely, geniuses must also be like this.
So—
“Haha, I was just a bit hasty earlier; please forgive me. You can call me Old Guan. May I ask how to address you, my friend?” At this moment, Lin Yuan was still lost in thought when Old Guan turned around with a slight smile, exuding a certain charm.
Lin Yuan couldn't help but scan Old Guan up and down again, confirming once more that he was just an E5 level Earth Human—very ordinary and unremarkable.
However, Lin Yuan had another strange feeling: this old man seemed quite mysterious.
“You can call me Papaya Number One. I won’t be polite; if you want to buy all the Demon Droppings in my hand, you’ll need to use your entire fortune. Congratulations, it’s a deal! This is the last one I have!” Lin Yuan casually tossed the Demon Dropping to Old Guan and then pretended to prepare to ransack his large room.
But after taking a few steps, Lin Yuan felt something was off. Looking back at Old Guan, he found him smiling mysteriously.
“Hey! Old man, what are you laughing at? That really is the last Demon Dropping I have! I keep my word; you can’t back out!”
“Haha! Have I ever gone back on my word? It’s just that you’re assuming too much, my friend. Please continue; this is all the potions I’ve concocted over the past few decades, including some special ammunition. It’s all yours; I keep my promises. Go ahead, don’t be shy!” Old Guan continued to smile.
“Damn!”
At that moment, Lin Yuan finally understood—he had met his match. He didn’t care much for those so-called potions; what use were they? What he needed were specially crafted shotgun shells suitable for the Hurricane Hammer! He had originally planned to use the excuse of ransacking this old man's entire fortune to get him worried so he could make some special requests!
But this old fellow saw right through his intentions!
How unfortunate.
“Alright, Old Man, you win. I’m not interested in your potions, but you must have concocted special ammunition, right? I need a batch tailored specifically for my weapon. Do you understand what I mean? Hmm, I don’t want your potions anymore; let’s trade those two Demon Droppings for one thousand rounds—no, ten thousand rounds of special ammunition.”
Lin Yuan decisively chose to confront the situation. There was no other option; if one encountered someone smarter than oneself, it was best not to challenge their intelligence with one's own. Otherwise, one would only end up looking foolish and lost, forever trapped in that state.
With no way forward, perhaps it was better to take a different path. After all, a child who runs headfirst into a wall is so innocent!
"Why bother? I, an old man, keep my word. I've lived a long life; how could I go back on my word? The teachings of Mark Lenin and Stalin emphasize respect for the elderly and love for the young. First, you must love the young before you can respect the old. If an old man demands respect without earning it, then the child will surely rebel. So, everything here is yours; take whatever you want! Don't feel guilty; this is what you deserve!"
The Old Man spoke kindly, but to Lin Yuan, it sounded quite harsh!
Damn it! What does he mean by respect for the elderly? Does he think of me as a child? Yet, Lin Yuan had no way to refute him; after all, he couldn't resort to violence.
Just as Lin Yuan felt helpless, the Old Man had already settled into a comfortable chair, closed his eyes, and began humming a tune, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Hehehe, Sister Feng's nunchaku, you are my favorite, just like three butterflies love rice..."
Lin Yuan felt a wave of frustration wash over him! He surrendered outright—where did this old monster come from? His power was overwhelming!
Fortunately, he still had some tricks up his sleeve; otherwise, he would have been completely at the Old Man's mercy. But before that, he decided to let the old man bask in his glory for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuan began to examine the various potions that filled the room. Surely there were a few that could be useful to him. (To be continued.)
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