Their eyes were filled with fear, like a group of frightened rabbits.

Their bodies were shaking and the weapons in their hands were unsteady, making clanging sounds.

The gang leader's eyes flickered as he said, "That's a good idea, but you have to prove that you have enough goods."

There was greed and a hint of doubt in his eyes, like a fox lingering on the edge of a trap, wanting to get the prey but afraid of falling into the trap.

Qin Yang said calmly: "Proof? It's very simple."

There was no trace of panic on his face. He stood like a towering mountain in front of this group of panicked gang members.

Immediately, Qin Yang's figure flashed, and part of his body turned into light particles. The light particles were like a group of shining elves, emitting a soft and mysterious light.

He instantly appeared in front of a gangster who was trying to escape. His speed was so fast that it was almost imperceptible. In a flash, he was there.

With a gentle wave of his hand, an invisible force, like an invisible big hand, bound the man tightly. The man struggled but could not move, like a fly trapped in a spider web.

Qin Yang retracted his ability, stood still and said: "Now, can we talk?" His breathing was steady, as if nothing had happened, but there was more confidence and a sense of control over the situation in his eyes.

The gang leader swallowed and said, "What do you want?" His throat moved up and down like a trapped mouse making its last struggle.

At this moment, the arrogance in his eyes was gone, replaced by a sense of awe and helplessness.

Qin Yang said directly: "Rare metals, especially those that can enhance energy."

His voice was crisp and clear, like a sharp sword that cut through the suspicion and hesitation in the air.

Every word was clear and powerful, echoing in the slightly empty space of the warehouse with an unquestionable firmness.

The gang leader hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, there is, but it's expensive."

His brows were tightly furrowed together, like two tangled earthworms.

There was a gleam of cunning and weighing of pros and cons in his eyes, and his gaze moved back and forth between Qin Yang and the contraband on the table.

His lips trembled slightly and his teeth bit his lower lip lightly, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

His hands unconsciously rubbed his thighs, and his rough fingers scratched across his worn pants, making a slight rustling sound.

Qin Yang took out a small energy stone from his pocket, placed it gently on the table and said, "Is this enough?" His movements were steady and calm, his fingers tightly holding the energy stone. The energy stone emitted a soft and mysterious light, illuminating the lines on his palm.

When he placed the energy stone on the table, there was a slight "click" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent warehouse.

The light cast a small halo on the table, and there seemed to be wisps of energy flowing in the halo, like a mysterious nebula slowly rotating.

The gang leader's eyes lit up, that was a source of pure energy they had never seen before.

His eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes were full of greed and surprise.

That look was like a person who had been hungry for a long time and suddenly saw a table full of delicious food, wanting to take it for himself immediately.

His mouth opened slightly and a slight "gurgling" sound came out of his throat unconsciously, as if it was the sound of saliva swirling in his throat.

He leaned forward with his neck stretched out, like a vulture seeing its prey, eager to get closer to the energy stone.

The gang leader nodded quickly and said, "Deal! I'll prepare it for you right away."

He nodded very quickly, and his head moved up and down like a chicken pecking at rice. As the gang leader spoke, he stood up, and the chair behind him was pushed with a harsh "creaking" sound.

He gave a look to his men behind him, a look that was commanding and urgent.

The men immediately understood and headed for the corner of the warehouse, which was filled with various boxes and sundries.

The men seemed a little flustered when searching for rare metals.

Their hands were rummaging through the boxes quickly, the sound of metal colliding was endless, and the "clang clang" sounds echoed in the warehouse.

Some of the men had beads of sweat on their foreheads, which slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the ground, splashing up a small cloud of dust.

Their eyes were tense and focused, fearing that they would not be able to find rare metals sufficient to satisfy Qin Yang.

Qin Yang stood there quietly, watching their busy figures with calm eyes.

He crossed his arms over his chest, the folds of his clothes rising and falling slightly with his movements.

His breathing was steady and rhythmic, and every breath seemed to be a silent conversation with the air around him.

His ears were slightly erected, keenly capturing all movements around him, and even the slightest sound could not escape his ears.

After the transaction was completed, Qin Yang left the warehouse with the rare metals, thinking about how to use these resources to improve himself.

Qin Yang walked out of the warehouse with firm steps. Every step seemed to be stepping on the strings of fate, playing the notes of hope.

The rain was still falling outside, and the raindrops hit the rare metal on his body, making a slight "tick-tick" sound, as if the metal was telling the rain about the coming changes.

Qin Yang said in his inner monologue: "System, analyze these materials to see if they can be used to upgrade my abilities."

He recited these words silently in his heart. The sound was like the sound of a bell echoing deep in his mind, clear and with a hint of expectation.

His eyes are focused and deep, like two quiet lakes, hiding endless thoughts.

The system prompt said: "Analyzing... Confirmed that the material can be used to improve lightning attack to intermediate level, photon elementalization requires higher level materials."

The system voice was cold and mechanical, like an emotionless wise man stating the facts.

Every word was like an icy bead, falling into Qin Yang's heart, stirring up different ripples.

Qin Yang nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's enough. The enhancement of lightning attacks will make me more flexible and versatile in battle."

The nodding movement was slow and firm, as if making a solemn promise to one's future.

Qin Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, which contained confidence and anticipation for the improvement of his abilities.

There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, full of hope.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps and terrified shouts broke the silence of the night, followed by more intense struggles and desperate cries.

The sound was like a sharp knife, cutting through the tranquility of the night.

The footsteps were chaotic and hurried, like a group of frightened beasts running wildly. (End of this chapter)