My Stall Sells Only Restricted-Level Items Novel! - Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Ant Power, Formic Acid
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Whoosh—
Ron was breathing hard.
This was not exhaustion, but the release of anger after killing someone.
If you did something that you had never done before, the pressure exerted on your heart would be great.
If you’ve never been on stage to give a speech, and you’re thrown onto a stage with a audience
size of 10,000, you are likely to collapse after you are done.
This was the side effect of extreme nervousness.
In fact, that was also the reason why those who vomited whenever they saw dead bodies.
The smell on the dead body was not that bad. It was just a smell that humans had not smelled before. However, due to the fear, it made them nauseous.
Ron leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
“Damn it, damn it, this is self-defense.”
“They killed someone.”
Ron kept muttering to himself.
When he had calmed down, Ron found the situation to be difficult to deal with.
Because these bodies were not easy to get rid of.
He looked around to see if anyone was around.
There were no cameras on this street.
This was also the reason why these black people always appeared here.
“Mm—”
Ron suddenly realized something was wrong.
When he saw the leader lying on the ground, he almost screamed.
This was because the body of the leader was rapidly corroding.
“This is…”
Suddenly, he felt his arm slipping.
Ron almost vomited in disgust.
His arms were covered in green acid.
An inspiration hit Ron’s brain.
Instantly, he knew what the acid was.
This acid was formic acid, a weapon used in battles between ants.
Formic acid spewed out and the enemy’s body instantly melted.
At the same time, Ron had just learned that by consuming the genetic pill ,he obtained the combined power of ants and the acid.
How strong were ants? They could lift objects that weighed a hundred times their weight.
How strong was the formic acid? With a single mouthful, it could melt an ant of the same size.
Ron was overjoyed. According to his special memory, he pointed his finger at the corpse on the ground.
With just a thought,
A green acid arrow flew out and created a hole in the man’s body.
“Such a powerful attack…”
He swung his arm again and aimed at the body.
After controlling his strength, he spat out the acid again.
Pu…
The acid that shot out from his finger was like a sprayer. The water droplets dispersed and covered the two bodies.
The acid rain fell on the body.
In just a few seconds, the bodies dissolved into a pool of water, and even their clothes were completely ruined.
The only proof of what had happened was the acid that was slowly disappearing from the ground.
Ron felt it. His formic acid was like the teeth of an enhanced version of a rat.
The teeth of rodents can grow.
Some spider webs could be secreted indefinitely.
His formic acid is also similar to Spiderman’s spider silk.
It will always be there. After using it two or three times, he felt that the stored acid in his body regenerate fully again after barely half a breath’s time.
The cement ground underneath the body was corroded into a large pit.
“The power of this acid is not bad.”
He walked to the old woman’s body.
“Sorry.”
…
Ron gathered up everything and checked his watch. It had been a good half hour.
For some reason, Ron felt ridiculously calm.
After all, for anyone, what had just happened was enough to keep them awake for days.
Ron didn’t think much of it.
He rode the rickshaw to his stall.
“Hey, isn’t this Million Dollars Luo? He earned one million USD yesterday. Why is he still setting up his stall today?”
Smith said sarcastically, “Are there any valuable items for sale today?
“To be honest, where did you find him yesterday? How much did you pay him to act out the whole thing?”
“You’re right. The person yesterday was really hired by me, and he even bought the 1,000,000 Bible.”
Ron laughed.
Smith rolled his eyes and then straightened his stall.
When Ron placed all the items neatly,
Smith’s eyes widened in surprise. “You changed your goods?
My trashy goods couldn’t be sold here. ”
“Ah, it’s a Mickey Mouse coffee cup. I’ve seen this before. It was very popular back then, but I didn’t manage to buy it.”
A beautiful girl in a bikini walked to the stall and asked, “Boss, how much is this?”
“Eighteen dollars. It’s the real deal. We have the original factory’s proof of production.”
“Ah, I see. Boss, give me six…”
The beauty immediately took out the money.
Ron grinned and handed her the cups.
He looked at Smith and said, “Sigh, looks like I’m in luck. Someone actually bought something that no one bought.”
“Guess you’ll have to be lucky. I’ve never heard of your stupid surfboard.”
“Ah, isn’t this a Decker surfboard? The company closed down a while ago, but this brand is really not bad.”
More and more people gathered in front of the stall.
This was not about luck.
Smith’s face darkened.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. However, he could not understand how a street vendor whose skills were not even as good as his had risen to power.
The goods were so popular.
The stall was surrounded.
“F*ck, this stall is so popular? But it’s understandable. Isn’t this a limited edition phone casing?
F*ck, I searched for it for a long time on Amazon. I didn’t expect to find it at a street vendor.
Boss, how much is this? ”
“Boss, how much is this key?”
For a moment, countless hands were holding money, offering it to Ron.
Ron had never seen anything like it.
He quickly said, “Everyone, line up.”
But something was wrong with the queue again. Ron was having a headache.
“F*ck, I came before you.”
But there was nothing Ron could do.
Fight. Fight. As long as you don’t cause bloodshed.
In less than half an hour, all the goods in Ron’s stall had been swept away.
Smith was stunned.
“So popular…”
He was envious, but there was nothing he could do. He was a very stubborn person.
Ron had already told him that he should be selling female puppets by the beach.
Perhaps a man would buy it at night if it was female, but trying to sell a male puppet was too much.
Ron had learned his lesson by not having his own sign.
So, he took the black pen and started to write out a sign.
“1985, limited edition, Tom and Jerry Full Collection Tapes, Memory of Nostalgia…”
He memorized the history behind the cassette tapes.
There was also the change of times, written clearly.
Finally, the price was written.
“200,000 for a set, no bargaining.”
“What the f*ck, Ron, you’re good, there’s high-end stuff again today.”
Smith was in disbelief that someone could sell such a tape at such a price.
Two hundred thousand US dollars for a set. Was he messing around? He could buy a pretty good house if he added on some money from the price.
