"F*ck! This has got to be fake, right?"
"F*ck! This has got to be fake, right?"
"F*ck! This has got to be fake, right?"
…
A string of identical comments drowned out all the other normal messages, clearly reflecting the mood of the viewers at that moment.
Alfred's expression froze for a second before he immediately turned and asked,
"How much does this 'meat' sell for?"
"200 Ming Coins per gram," the lady pointed to the sign above the transaction window, where the price of 'meat' was clearly marked, along with the discounts for buying it in bulk quantities—by the half-kilogram, kilogram, and five kilograms.
"How much would it take to regenerate a severed limb?" Alfred pointed at someone who had just grabbed a mechanical arm and was walking away. The lady, upon hearing the question, seemed to pull a chart out of nowhere, and while pointing at the text on it, she said,
