Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

However, despite the disappointment, the important business still needs to be done.

"Boss, I want to buy a weapon," Liu Damao said.

The middle-aged, greasy man didn't even glance at them, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him as he said:

"See for yourself, the prices are right there."

"Fuck you! Mid lane? How can you gank like this? Your own jungler just keeps farming!?"

"Damn it, I'm speechless. The difference in jungle skill is too great, I can't carry. I'm done, next game."

The middle-aged, greasy man immediately switched to "Zu'an Pianist Mode," unleashing a frenzy of output on the keyboard.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu secretly glanced at his boss's computer screen, and his lips twitched.

Good grief, mid lane pressure, 0/18, and they still have the nerve to complain?

At this moment, Liu Damao began to examine the various weapons placed on the counter.

What he wanted most was a sword.

After all, a man should travel the world with a sword.

However, the prices of these weapons made them all prohibitive for him; none of them were below 1000 yuan.

Oh, there is a sword that doesn't specify its quality, but it's only priced at 500 yuan.

Unfortunately, it was a broken sword, its entire body was bluish-green, and it even had some copper rust on it, indicating that it had been around for quite some time.

"Boss, why are you still selling broken swords?" Liu Damao asked curiously.

The middle-aged, greasy man had just finished his game. He walked over somewhat impatiently, glanced at the scene, and then said calmly:

"That's an ancient artifact, at least several hundred years old. It's rumored that it was once used by a powerful figure at the Martial King level."

The middle-aged, greasy man can lie without batting an eye.

In fact, he had only bought the broken sword from a junk collector for five dollars.

When I first saw it, I just thought it looked a bit like an antique, and maybe it could fool a few idiots.

But in reality, it's just a piece of junk that can't even split a watermelon.

"Oh, I see."

Liu Damao nodded, then looked away and continued to look at the other weapons.

However, at that moment, options appeared before Qin Yu's eyes.

[Option 1: Tell the boss he's wrong. This is a divine weapon once used by a Martial Emperor-level expert. It can be activated by continuously feeding it with your own blood. Reward: Obtain the title 'Honest and Sincere Man,' and everyone's natural trust in you increases by 1.]

Option 2: Buy the broken sword secretly without telling the shopkeeper. Reward: 100 role-playing points.

Looking at the two options in front of him, Qin Yu immediately smiled.

Sure enough, he triggered the protagonist's law once again.

When you come to the black market, you're bound to encounter a divine weapon that no one else can see!

Then, seemingly casually, he pointed to the broken sword on the counter and said calmly:

"Boss, I quite like the appearance of this broken sword. Can you round it down to zero and I'll take it?"

"50?" Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper frowned immediately. "Young man, you can't bargain like that. How about this, if you really want it, you can take it for 400 yuan, consider it making friends."

"No, I'll only pay another 50, and I won't take anything more than that," Qin Yu said, shaking his head with a resolute expression.

Seeing Qin Yu's resolute expression, the boss hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, 100 it is, deal! Consider it making you a friend."

"Really, little brother, you've really hit the jackpot. I spent 250 when I bought this broken sword."

The shopkeeper pulled the broken sword from the counter with a pained expression, looking extremely reluctant.

Qin Yu curled his lip, clearly not believing it at all.

He's not a 17-year-old minor anymore.

"Da Mao, pay now."

"Huh?" Liu Damao was taken aback upon hearing this.

You bought the sword, and you expect me to pay for it?

"Stop dawdling. This sword is for you. If you don't pay, you'll regret it later," Qin Yu said calmly.

"Oh."

Although Liu Damao thought Qin Yu had lost his mind, asking him to spend 100 yuan on this piece of junk, he still obediently paid out of trust for his brother.