```
With its low cost and good flavor, it was a favorite among the lower-class laborers.
But his own daughter wouldn't have eaten, let alone seen, such a thing. How then did she come to know about it?
"A classmate told me about it."
"Who told you?"
"It was that girl from the Chi Family. Dad, you had me pass on a message to her before. She told me someone said that the tastiest thing in winter is roasted sweet potatoes."
"..."
Zhou Shen fell silent for a moment before nodding, "Alright."
...
Thirty minutes later.
Zhou Shen and his daughter appeared on a bustling street crowded with dirt-smudged men wearing safety helmets, each holding a roasted sweet potato and chatting with each other, all smiles and laughter.
"Delicious."
The little girl bit into her roasted sweet potato contentedly, then opened her watch to snap a selfie, ready to show off at school: "Dad, this roasted sweet potato is so yummy, how much did it cost?"
"3 credit points."
"That's so cheap."
"Hmm..."
After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Shen said uncertainly, "Don't tell people at school that you've eaten a roasted sweet potato after you get back."
"Ah, why not?"
The girl looked up at her father, somewhat puzzled.
"I'm worried that if other kids hear you say it's tasty, they'll also pester their parents to let them have one."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"No, some parents can't accept their child asking for a roasted sweet potato. In their minds, roasted sweet potatoes and the people here represent the very bottom of society. They can't bear their children touching these things, that would make them feel as if their sacred feathers have been sullied."
"Oh."
In Sang Biao's hands in Fengtian City, that D-level Taboo Item "Neglected Corner Person" could make one's subconscious be ignored by everyone, which seemed a bit more useful.
But after much study, he couldn't figure out anything.
Sleepiness gradually overcame him.
And he fell into a deep sleep.
Another day had passed.
...
At the same time, in "Broken Pot City," Doctor Gou was sitting in the hall of his clinic, which was about to close. He had removed his white coat and was just about to turn off the lights when he looked at the group of people who had barged into the clinic.
Seven or eight burly men, holding various weapons.
The man leading them, with a face full of flesh and a fierce look, pointed at Doctor Gou and sneered, "You old fart, we told you yesterday to have the money ready for today. I'm here to collect it, so what's the meaning of you trying to close early?"
"You trying to run away?"
"Believe it or not, I will smash up this joint of yours?"
"On this street, no one has ever dared to short me on money."
"..."
Just as he was about to turn off the lights, Doctor Gou slowly stopped his movements and looked at the men in front of him, who were merely level 3 supernaturals. He suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. Before coming to Broken Pot City, he had never imagined a level 3 supernatural could be so arrogant.
Continue your journey with m|v-l'-novelhall.net
These were the people who had come to collect protection fees.
It was said that they were in charge of this street. As someone who they naturally wouldn't deal with, could he, an 18-level Sword Emperor, really be extorted for protection fees?
The city-state effect of Broken Pot City was—
"Within the city, any player is invulnerable to damage from other players, and likewise, cannot inflict damage on other players within the confines of Broken Pot City, including car accidents, stabbing, sudden murder, etc."
Perhaps emboldened by this, these people were so arrogant. After all, they didn't need to worry about being beaten to death, as long as they stayed within the city area. Those who ran shops feared their stores being smashed, and since these people didn't own shops, without any worries, they naturally became the more imposing force.
The rats were now riding on the cat's head.
This absurd situation made Doctor Gou burst into laughter. With a calm expression and a glint of murderous intent in his eyes, he looked at the few rows of people and laughed, "Even a level 3 supernatural can be this arrogant?"
"Guess how many supernaturals I've killed in my life?"
"How many seconds do you think it would take for me to kill you?"