Chapter 2113: Playing Hooligans?

Xu Huo smiled and said, "Can you believe your own words?"
The player at the stall saw him about to leave and immediately stopped him, "Alright, alright, I'll sell it to you. Seriously, I've been waiting all day for someone who knows the value. The only one who does is so picky about the price... Why can't I be lucky enough to meet a generous fairy..."
```htmlXuhuo paid the money and moved the glass cabinet to the luggage compartment, casually asking, "Is it a woman wearing a flower hat?"
"You know her? You know her?" The player quickly said after confirming the payment, "If you know her, that's great. She has been carrying a small bag of money, paying deposits everywhere. Many people took the opportunity to sell her low-quality D and E grade unsold goods. I estimate that she's probably been scammed out of all her money by now. I wonder if those jewelry pieces she had on her when she left the market are still there..."```
Xu Huo continued to walk forward and soon saw the artist being surrounded by people. Her backpack was indeed empty, but many others were offering her local specialties or strangely shaped crafts for sale.
“I’m out of money, I’m out of money, I’m out of money...” The communicator repeatedly played the same sentence, but the person next to her didn’t feel discouraged. Instead, they pointed at the gemstone ring on her hand and said, “You can trade this; we’ll take a small loss!”
The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Do you guys think I'm stupid? Your stuff isn't a prop or an instrument. I saw them at the gift shop when I came here; they aren't even worth fifty bucks. My gemstone ring cost eight thousand bucks!"
The boss who proposed changing the ring tossed what he had in his hand behind him and pulled out another small gadget. "If you don't like that, no problem. You can take a look at this one; it's definitely one of a kind!"
The girl slightly lowered her head to take a glance, then her gaze fell back on the face of the salesperson. She raised her communicator and said, "This isn't even worth a gem ring, but if it's paired with your life, I think it fits perfectly."
The expressions of the people present changed slightly. Most players were too prideful to chase after her to promote themselves, and those following her were mostly local small merchants, not very influential individuals. Hearing this, everyone fell silent. Then someone said, "You... better not act recklessly; we have quite a few players here maintaining order!"
“So what?” the painter woman said without changing her expression, “I can kill them all.”
Everyone quickly retreated, but someone still said, “Kill them? Do you know how many players are in the city?”
“So what?” The girl repeated the same phrase, “I can kill them all.”
Two repeated sentences, but they represent completely different meanings. If she’s not a bit mentally unstable, then she truly has the strength to oppose all the players in the city. Yet, from her unchanged expression, it’s impossible to tell whether she’s just boasting or speaking from the heart…
The street vendors scattered without a trace, and some particularly cautious players quietly left to avoid running into a madman. Meanwhile, the players from the city, who were keeping a close eye on their surroundings, also increased their numbers near the free market, meticulously watching the painting girl.
Xu Huo Zhao waved to the female painter who appeared nearby, either clearly or vaguely.
The female painter immediately walked over quickly, indicating that she had her eye on quite a few items and wanted to take him to pay for them.
The artist cannot use items like the player can, so she values flashy little trinkets, focusing mainly on their "fun" and "aesthetic" aspects. However, even with such items, there are still some she is unable to use.
Therefore, when Xu Huo went back to check, he did a bit of filtering, and most items were not chosen. He selected a few wearable props that could serve as decorative items and paid for them.
很快画女就对“购物”这个活动失去了兴趣，她听别人说要去看地下拳赛，便拉着徐获去看。
She did not receive social education from a young age like children do, so she doesn't understand human emotional fluctuations very well, nor does she grasp why people become so passionate when watching bloody and violent boxing matches.
“Why are they so happy to see the blood being shed?” The girl eats the snacks sold at the venue, occasionally glancing at the contestants on the platform who are fighting with blood and sweat flying everywhere, and then looking at the audience below who are drooling uncontrollably.
“It might be due to different interests,” Xu Huo said.
The painting girl nodded and, after a while, also found it uninteresting. She noticed some children in the corner throwing stones and walked over, spending fifty white bills to gain a chance to participate.
Just having fun, a player patted her shoulder from behind, inviting her to play on the second floor, and pointed at the man sitting upstairs.
The girl did not even raise her head, waved her hand to indicate that she wasn't going.
The person upstairs had an unclear expression, and the player calling for help looked grim, immediately trying to forcibly pull the painted girl towards the stairs.
The painted girl was very unhappy and turned to control the flyers scattered on the ground, launching them at the player. The swirling papers sliced through the ground, the adjacent wall, and the ceiling, leaving chaotic marks, but the player calling for help successfully dodged behind a defensive barrier.
The two kept a distance of a few meters, and the girl drew a word on the communicator: "Go away!"
However, she couldn't continue playing because those few kids had already run away. The girl felt a bit disappointed and planned to leave, but unexpectedly, a few more players approached, determined to invite her to sit upstairs.
The goddess hesitated for a moment before asking with the communicator, "Are you trying to be a rogue?"
Later, a player chuckled and said, "My young master only wants to invite the lady up for a drink, nothing else."
The girl nodded, "So it's not just messing around. I don't want to drink right now. Luckily, you guys aren't being inappropriate; otherwise, I'd have to kill you to get out of here."
Under the gaze of several players, she bypassed them and walked towards Xu Huo's position, but after just two steps, she stopped because a syringe had pricked her hand.
The brightly colored potion with a slight glow is easily noticeable even in the dimly lit boxing ring, and it's not a good thing. However, it works quickly, making it perfect for ambushing players.
It seems that everyone is accustomed to this kind of tactic, so the players are all waiting for the moment the potion takes effect.
However, right in front of them, the painted girl pulled the syringe away from her hand, looked up at them, and said, "I can now confirm that you guys are just messing around."
As the words fell, the promotional flyers in the venue floated up. Although they didn’t fly around chaotically, it was clear that some gathered around the few players in front of her, while others concentrated on the second floor.
Meanwhile, Xu Huo dropped the syringe that was flying toward him, and in the next moment, he stood on the second floor. Under the bewildered yet tense gaze of the surrounding players, he pressed down on "Young Master"'s shoulder and said, "Such warm hospitality! What do you need from us?"