Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 160: Creating black holes with hands

Chapter 160: Creating black holes with hands

The mbers of the Scorpion Squad watched Edward and Barbara co out and followed Su'en's lead to approach them for information.

"Hey, Mr. Edward..."

"Oh, beautiful Miss Barbara..."

"..."

No matter what opening line they used, as long as it didn't trigger any keywords, the two key NPCs completely ignored these "outsiders" and left directly.

The other hunters were left disappointed and turned their attention to Su'en, who ca out later.

"Hey, you!"

Gallop's face darkened as he stopped Su'en.

Without beating around the bush, he bluntly asked, "What did you say to those two guys just now?"

...

Su'en had long noticed that the Scorpion Squad was watching his every move, from entering the banquet hall to entering the backstage... until now.

Seeing these guys with obvious ill intentions, he furrowed his brows.

Explaining any further would be a waste of ti.

Su'en had no intention of paying attention to this group of people and ignored Gallop's words. However, when he tried to leave, he was blocked by mbers of the Scorpion Squad, each with a gun or knife in hand.

Only then did he coldly ask, "What do you want?"

Gallop asked again, "What did you say to those two ancient people just now?"

Su'en's brows furrowed at the intimidating aura and he retorted, "Do I have an obligation to explain to you?"

After all, he was the leader of a prestigious hunting squad, and Gallop naturally couldn't openly demand information.

He said firmly, "I already told you when I ca in, don't trigger any special plot. Did you ignore my words?"

At this mont, one of the lackeys stepped forward, pretending to be reasonable, and said, "Captain Gallop is right! Those two ancient people are guests on the second floor. If they don't go up by midnight, we're all dead. So, you must give us an explanation!"

The demand for an explanation was false, but the request for information was true.

Since the discovery of this cursed space, one or two thousand people had entered. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that the "Magician" and the "Songstress" were not ordinary, but no one had ever heard of anyone being able to extract useful information from them.

The hunters were also well aware that the first floor was just an appetizer, and the real treasures were on the second or third floor with the VIPs.

Discovering so alchemical knowledge or alchemical items at random would definitely be an opportunity to get rich overnight.

Now that soone had stumbled upon a "trick