"Ten pieces, I’ll take it."
As the voice rang out, everyone turned to look, wondering who would be foolish enough to pay such a high price for this satellite phone.
Sun Neng observed as well.
Two survivors, a man and a woman.
Whether it was their appearance, attire, or the air about them, they differed greatly from the other survivors.
Sun Neng watched one of the male survivors, a tall figure with distinct muscles, exuding explosive strength.
The man’s hands were clad in iron fist wraps, extending up to his forearms, perfectly protecting his palms and arms.
From this alone, it was clear that he was no ordinary survivor, and perhaps even an Awakener.
As for the young woman beside the man, aside from her competent-looking demeanor, nothing seemed particularly unusual.
But this was only on the surface—for one to survive until now, especially as an Awakener—none could be taken lightly.
"Good, someone has bid ten Black Crystals, is there a higher price?"
The middle-aged man on the stage shouted.
However, no matter how much he bellowed, the surrounding survivors remained indifferent—satellite phones were of no use to them, none of them thought about going to Huang city.
Yet, for the ordinary survivors outside, the satellite phone was a highly coveted item.
Unfortunately... they didn’t have enough crystals to make a purchase.
Some are doomed in affluence; others, in defiance.
What some rack their brains to possess, others treat as trash, or even as a burden.
To Sun Neng, the satellite phone was priceless.
He had seen with his own eyes just how formidable Lin Fan was, and how secure Sunshine Shelter was—if one could reach Sunshine Shelter, it would be extremely safe.
The fact that the auction house bid ten Black Crystals for it also indicated something significant.
Black Crystals had become precious to the group of Awakeners.
As for the Golden Crystals, they were not something an ordinary Awakener could handle. Thinking of the circumstances at Sunshine Shelter, the crystals Lin Fan possessed were likely beyond their wildest imaginations.
Indeed, just as Sun Neng had thought, Sunshine Shelter had an innumerable quantity of crystals: White Crystals, Black Crystals, so many that they couldn’t use them all up and had started to gather dust.
The Awakeners at the scene chatted amongst themselves, neither too loudly nor too softly.
"Fools with more money than sense, ten Black Crystals for a satellite phone—are they really worth it?"
"Contact Sunshine Shelter for what, to give up the hard-earned freedom?"
"They’ll regret it at some point."
"Does anyone know who they are?"
"They look kind of familiar—oh, I remember, they seem to be from Red Sun Martial Arts School, all practitioners of martial arts."
The Red Sun Martial Arts School was well-known.
It had produced many national champions in martial arts, as well as world champions in boxing and combat sports.
They typically recruited students from a young age and provided a nine-year education. Besides practicing martial arts, the students would also take academic classes. Despite being a private martial arts school, the education was extremely strict; it was a closed-off teaching environment.
In the face of everyone’s skepticism at the scene, the expressions of the two remained calm throughout, unaffected by the sentiment.
The satellite phone was sold for ten Black Crystals.
The crystals exchanged hands along with the satellite phone.
Upon acquiring the satellite phone, they turned and left.
Watching their departing figures, Sun Neng followed behind.
As for this place, he had no interest in it, with various goods being hawked outside, while here most dealings involved the trading of people and the exchange of crystals.
The exchange rate here was ridiculously high.
A single Black Crystal could even be exchanged for thirty White Crystals.
"Be careful, someone is following us," the man with the fist wraps whispered.
"Mm, I know. What do we do now?"
"No rush, let’s get out of here first."
Being Awakeners, they naturally weren’t afraid of anyone who might wish to harm them or try to take what they had, without having the strength to do so.
Sun Neng knew they’d noticed him.
But it didn’t matter, he had no intentions towards the two survivors; his following was driven merely by curiosity.
The two from the Red Sun Martial Arts School boarded a boat and headed towards the shore.
Sun Neng set down Xiao He, then used a pole to leisurely follow behind.
The pair from the Red Sun Martial Arts School walked toward a modified sedan. Just as they reached the car,
the iron-fisted man abruptly turned around, locking eyes with Sun Neng.
"Brother, it’s pretty bold of you to so openly; don’t you think you’re being a bit too brazen?"
In the post-apocalyptic world, survivors encountered were increasingly bizarre and fierce as if all the malice they’d never unleashed in their lives was erupting now.
Sun Neng said, "Don’t be nervous, I have no designs on you. I was simply curious about certain things, so I followed you from there to here."
"Even if you did have any ideas, I don’t think you have what it takes." The man with iron fists laughed, confident in his abilities. Having practiced martial arts from a young age and becoming an Awakener, the power he could unleash was no joke.
In the present day, he would have been considered a superhero in the past.
Champion or no champion.
He could arrogantly tell everyone that as long as he was there, the championship was his for the taking.
Sun Neng smiled, the muscular man before him seemed very domineering, not the type he enjoyed being around.