Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

Of course, he was not stupid, and he would not dare to attack just anyone. He observed for a long time and was sure that the young man was a new resident in the city, a stranger who only looked at the stalls but did not buy anything. He was probably a poor guy holding a few broken crystals. A hundred crystals were enough to make him dizzy.

"You reject me?" The middle-aged man's eyes turned unfriendly, and his pair of wretched little eyes looked at Chu Jun's small body.

Although this boy was taller than him, his figure hidden under the cloak looked slender. If they were in bed, he might break her in the middle of their play.

You dare to reject me like this? This really opened my eyes.

He is a level 5 mutant, so many people are rushing to curry favor with him!

Under the man's stare, the young man nodded seriously, and he finally couldn't help but explode.

"I'm willing to pay you a hundred crystals to sleep with you. That's a great gift from heaven! Don't be so shameless!"

"Look at your delicate appearance. You probably don't even know the rules of the South District. In Aurora Fortress, I could drag a new kid like you into the alley and play with him to death, or throw him into the stinking ditch, and no one would ask a single question!"

"100 Jing, if you nod now, I can still pretend nothing happened. You should think it over carefully." The middle-aged man lowered his voice, and only Chu Jun heard this.

This is a real threat.

If Chu Jun didn't agree, the middle-aged man would definitely do as he said, kidnap Chu Jun without anyone noticing, torture her to death, and then throw her away in a corner.

Anyway, there are a few people who starve to death or are murdered in the base every day.

Who would stand up for a young man without any background?

Chu Jun listened to what the middle-aged man said and realized that this might not be the first time he had done something like this.

It is possible that the person being threatened now has agreed to the man's open deal, and when the time comes, even if he is tortured to death in bed, he can still make excuses by saying that it was because the game was too intense.

In the end, you only have to pay a few dozen dollars symbolically, and you can save the 100 crystals for prostitution.

The abacus was making a really loud clanging sound.

Chu Jun's eyes darkened. Such a cancer really tarnished the reputation of Aurora Fortress and also tarnished his image as a strongman.

"Sorry, I won't sell myself." Chu Jun still refused. He wanted to give the middle-aged man one last chance.

After all, a level 5 mutant sent out to kill zombies is a precious resource and still has some value.

If the man had been smart enough to turn around and leave now, Chu Jun could still handle the problem in a civilized manner.

Otherwise, it is hard to say what Chu Jun would do.

"You!" The middle-aged man's temples throbbed at the sharp contempt in Chu Jun's eyes, and his cloudy eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets.

How could he swallow the insult of a young, ignorant boy who looked down on him?

His right hand, veins bulging, stretched out like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey: "Little bastard, if I don't get you..."

Before he could finish his words, a bone-chilling chill suddenly exploded through his fingertips. Tiny icy shards spread like a spiderweb, frost flowers blooming silvery-white lines on his arm, and in an instant, his entire arm was frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.

Amidst the crisp sound of "crackling", the middle-aged man watched in horror as the frost climbed up his shoulders at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the breath in his chest was frozen into ice chips.

White mist condensed from cold air rose from between his stiff fingers, like ghostly energy from the underworld.

"You..." The cold snap instantly cleared the middle-aged man's mind. He unconsciously took a step back.

"Help, help..." His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and the middle-aged man staggered backward, his buttocks hitting the cobblestone road heavily.

When he raised his head, he was met with a pair of eyes colder than ice. Chu Jun's hood was blown up by the wind, and the ice crystals condensed in his long black hair reflected the cold light, as if sharp ice blades were embedded in those bottomless eyes.

A chill ran down his spine and up the back of his neck, and the middle-aged man suddenly realized the utter blunder he had made. To be able to unleash such a powerful supernatural power in an instant, completely imprisoning him, the person before him must be far more powerful than he was!

But he had such a dirty mind and said such harsh words to the level 7 boss.

"I, I didn't recognize Mount Tai..." He trembled and wanted to explain, but he saw Chu Jun's fingertips move slightly, and new ice spikes immediately climbed up along his trouser legs.

Despair overwhelmed him like a tide. At this moment, he finally felt what the real threat of death was like.

"I'll return this to you." Chu Jun threw the yellow trading card to the middle-aged man. He didn't look very angry, which gave the middle-aged man a little hope.

Maybe this big boss is magnanimous and won't take me too seriously...

Then, under the middle-aged man's nervous gaze, Chu Jun slowly reached into his pocket and took out a black card - a black trading card that was limited in all bases in the apocalypse.

The card is completely black, but one can feel the chill emanating from it just by looking at it.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard.

"hiss--"

The onlookers gasped.

Even if one has never seen it in person, the descriptions in the apocalyptic rumors are enough for everyone to recognize it.

Trading cards are mostly yellow and red, and ordinary people can get green and blue ones if they try hard, but black trading cards will never circulate on the market.

Each one is owned by a real name, and they are extremely rare. Even in a large-scale base like Aurora Fortress, the number of them can be counted on two hands.

"Your one hundred crystals are not worth the ten minutes I wasted here." Chu Jun lowered his eyes and stroked the edge of the card, his tone casually filled with innate nobility.

His salary is very high!

His salary of 1000 crystals is paid daily, and he only works one or two hours a day, so his hourly wage is calculated as 500 crystals and then converted to per minute.

The 100 crystals that the middle-aged man took out were nothing to Chu Yun.

Being the mistress of a big boss is not something that everyone can afford.

Chu Yun's original intention was to tell the people around him that the big boss who supported him gave him a lot of money and doted on him a lot.

But in the ears of the people around him, it became this nameless big man with a hood, probably a new face who just arrived in Aurora.

This mysterious boss must be extremely powerful, otherwise how could he be given a black salary card as soon as he settled down?

He must be a very powerful boss.

Of course, if everyone could catch a glimpse of the number 001 engraved on the black crystal card in Chu Jun's hand, they would definitely understand what Chu Jun meant.

Because Black Crystal Card No. 001 is unique, its owner is known to everyone - the ruler of Aurora Fortress, the current strongest person, and the only level 8 mutant, Mo Heng.

Each black crystal card is a salary card for top-level psychics.

Yes, you heard it right, it’s the salary card.

If we say that transaction cards of other colors are mainly used to facilitate large transactions.

So when it comes to the black trading card, it is no longer just a simple trading card. The money in the card is just a number.

Even if the deposit is 0, no one dares to refuse the transaction.

Once the card is taken out, it would be very reserved if you don't hold it up and worship it as an ancestor.

Chu Jun wanted to show off his financial backer, but due to some inexplicable misunderstandings, he was worshipped by everyone as a low-key boss.

Although he didn't know why the people around him looked at him so passionately, Chu Jun felt that he had achieved his goal and put away his (Mo Heng's) salary card with satisfaction.