“Haha, so it’s a paying customer!”
“Long Hair, you just tried to turn a guest away!”
Smack!
A slap landed squarely on his underling’s head.
“I—I thought…”
“Thought what? Get lost!”
After scolding his subordinate, Brother Snake turned back to Zhou Ming.
“New kid—doesn’t know the ropes yet.”
“No problem. I just want to buy an Ironthread Snake for fun. Does Brother Snake have any?”
“Of course. I don’t have every Dark Pet, but when it comes to snake-type Dark Pets, there isn’t one that I, Brother Snake, don’t have. It’s just…”
He rubbed his fingers together—a universal gesture.
“Mm.”
Zhou Ming opened his pocket slightly, revealing a stack of Alliance Coins—about ten thousand.
“Please, brother, this way.”
Money talked. Seeing that Zhou Ming was a genuine buyer, Brother Snake immediately welcomed him inside.
“Bring out an Ironthread Snake for this gentleman to see.”
Brother Snake was straightforward. Since the customer had made his request, he didn’t ask further and directly told his men to fetch the goods.
About one foot long and as thick as chopsticks, its body was covered in tightly interlocking scales with a metallic sheen. Its slightly triangular head bore two small, reddish eyes like mung beans.
Looking at the glass box before him, Zhou Ming knew this was exactly what he needed—the Ironthread Snake.
The Ironthread Snake wasn’t a Ferocious Beast but a new species of snake that had mutated from a native Blue Star serpent.
Besides its exceptional agility, its greatest strength lay in its venom.
Of course, “terrifying” was a word only ordinary people would use.
But for its level, the Ironthread Snake’s venom was still potent enough to deserve it.
Its venom mainly caused paralysis. Once bitten, the victim’s entire body would go numb, muscles weakening to the point of immobility. Many who were poisoned died from cardiac paralysis.
If enough venom was used, it could even cause short-term paralysis in low-level Ferocious Beasts—and that was precisely what Zhou Ming wanted: a snake that could threaten low-tier Ferocious Beasts.
“How much for one?”
“Thirty thousand.”
“Brother Snake, are you kidding? Since I came to you, of course, I know its market price.”
Facing Brother Snake and his two underlings, Zhou Ming didn’t back down and directly called out the overcharge.
“Of course, that’s the price for outsiders. Since we’re both in the pet trade, twenty thousand—for you, that’s my lowest price.”
Brother Snake raised two fingers before Zhou Ming, as if to show his sincerity—this was his final offer.