This person’s strength is not weak, at a Great Wizard level, but he’s afflicted with the plague.

Su Changxing took a few steps forward and said casually, "Introduce me to him, I promise not to take his life, just to ask a few questions. After that, how about I sell you ten of these gas masks?"

Allen’s expression changed slightly, clearly tempted, "Ten? It seems you have more. This is my territory, and you dare to bargain with me like this. You’re quite bold."

Su Changxing shook his head and said, "This isn’t about being bold or not; it’s about power. If I’m unhappy, I could overturn this place, believe it or not."

"You were able to get this far, so you must know a lot and can understand that what I say is not false."

This was a blatant threat.

Su Changxing didn’t bother with any pretense.

Right now, he just wants to see what the so-called Ninth Dimension really is. To get Black Coins, he can only rob other players.

Strength is fundamental. His strength can no longer improve, so he has to find a way to advance but finds it difficult to start.

He can only rely on the Doomsday Game, and the Ninth Dimension is an opportunity.

That place is full of High-level Players from all the worlds covered by the game.

Allen’s face changed dramatically, then he laughed heartily, "Your threats don’t work on me. I’m already a dying man."

Su Changxing’s lips curled into a smile, "Didn’t you tell me not to look at you with a narrow perspective? So I did as you said."

"If you don’t care about yourself, you must care about someone, care about this gang, or care about this city."

"In any case, there are always things you care about. Telling me about that person is good for everyone."

"I also ask you not to look at me with a narrow perspective."

At this moment, he felt like one of those main villains, using weaknesses to coerce others.

Meanwhile,

Su Changxing took out three gas masks and handed them to Weigen.

Making these gas masks wasn’t too difficult for him, it just took a lot of time. He just managed to make three while walking over from the other side.

He needed to actually create a gas mask in the Pocket Galaxy space to perfectly replicate it.

The materials needed all had to be remade, which was rather troublesome.

Allen sighed, "Fine, mainly because that place isn’t easy to get to. Since you’re insistent... Weigen, take him there, go find that person underground, after all, he won’t live much longer."

Weigen nodded and said to Su Changxing, "Come with me, he’s in the underground market, and it’s a little ways from here."

Su Changxing pretended to leave, took a few steps back, and then turned to look again, saying, "In my opinion, you won’t necessarily die, you’re already at this point."

Allen, seemingly unhappy after being threatened by Su Changxing, said expressionlessly, "Maybe. Just be careful not to get infected by the plague."

Su Changxing smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern!"

Both sides were testing each other’s limits.

Evidently, Su Changxing had already figured out the other’s limits. A person with limits isn’t repulsive, as you know they won’t go too far.

Returning to the previous floor, Nobu saw him and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing these gang members were hard to talk to, and a deal gone south could easily lead to a fight.

This was, after all, deep inside Black Dog Gang’s territory. Even if Su Changxing was formidable, he would certainly not have the advantage here.

"Sir, did you manage to settle it?" he asked.

Su Changxing nodded, "More or less. We’re going to the underground market to meet someone, are you coming?"

Nobu said simply, "Of course, though the situation over at the market might not be good. It’s a small place, full of people, and with the plague spreading, many will die."

Weigen nodded, "You’re right. More than half of the people in the market are infected, and at least a quarter have died. Last night, a large number of bodies were transported from the market to the sea."

Su Changxing thought for a moment, "Wouldn’t burning them be better?"

Weigen sneered, "The city nobles won’t allow it. They think that the black smoke from burning bodies is also problematic."

The nobility in this world are worse than Su Changxing imagined, yet it seems normal. Compared to the commoners, they’re on a higher level.

More importantly, most people, including the commoners, accept this view.

This is their worldview, deeply rooted.

Su Changxing had no intention of changing anything. Everything has its rules of operation, and at some point, things will change, or they will perish.

Soon after, they followed Weigen to the underground market.

As they went, there were still many bodies being transported out, dragged to the port, and dumped into the sea.

Those doing this work were themselves plagued, mild cases still able to move, with skin starting to ulcerate as just early symptoms.

"Is he in there?" Su Changxing asked, looking at the dark underground entrance.

This too was a gathering place for plague victims, with city guards at the entrance preventing anyone inside from leaving.

"He’s in there. The Heretic can only hide in such dark corners, otherwise, he’ll likely be discovered in Maelon. Now there’s already a device to identify Heretics, just not widely used yet," Weigen said in a low voice.

A device to identify Heretics?

Su Changxing remembered that the Rune Warrior could identify his identity, probably something similar.

This player was truly unfortunate to hide here and yet face the plague.

Su Changxing nodded and asked, "Do we go in from here?"

Weigen pointed to a house not far behind, "Not allowed here. We have to go another way. From there, we can directly reach the depths of the market without encountering the plague victims."

The house was Black Dog Gang’s property, selling animal specimens and some strange items from other cities.

The owner, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup on her face, opened the door only after seeing Weigen come over. "What are you doing here at this time?"

Weigen led Su Changxing inside, "Going to the market. The passage hasn’t been discovered by those guards, right?"

The woman leaned on the table languidly, saying, "You’re brave to go down there now, just make sure you don’t bring the plague back to me."

"Just keep yourself safe," Weigen took a key hanging from the wall next to an eagle statue, looking very familiar, and began to move toward the basement door.

Just as he prepared to open the basement door, Su Changxing interrupted, "Wait a minute!"

There were people behind the door, more than one.

"What’s wrong?" Weigen hadn’t realized, and looked over with a questioning gaze.