The vendor's face turned sour with frustration. "Fine… I'd rather destroy it than sell it to either of you!"
Zane chuckled, a smug grin flashing across his face. "Ethan, do you want this purple ganoderma lucidum? It's simple. I'll give you a chance!"
Ethan glanced at Zane. "Go on."
Zane's smile turned sinister, his lips curling with a hint of malice. "It's very simple. The black market has an interesting place called the Underground Fight Club. If you can win ten consecutive matches in the ring, I'll give you the ganoderma lucidum, and I'll even cover the cost of the medicine!"
Ethan smiled calmly, his voice steady. "Deal."
At this moment, Yvette anxiously interjected, "Ethan, how can you agree to such a demand? Do you even know how terrifying the Underground Arena is?"
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