Someone else spoke up, "Since we are a black market, it is not good to be amicable. We must be respected."

"That's bad," the flower-armed man snorted disapprovingly, "when Aizi troubles others, do we ever take care of him?"

The man who spoke behind was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Second brother is right, I didn't care about it."

Brother Huaji snorted disapprovingly, "So, our market has a high degree of freedom, and doing business requires word of mouth."

"Since the other party didn't use a gun...is this kind of trash worthy of us?"

This group of people is not the managers of the black market. At most, they are just minions who watch the market. However, they can basically make decisions on such trivial matters.

Qu Jianlei didn't care about the market's reaction.

He was stimulated yesterday, thinking that the left and right were just fake identities. When encountering someone who wanted to die, he still had a clear idea of ​​​​life.

Today I heard that most of the surveillance is just for decoration, and I feel like letting myself go.

Anyway, when he came to the black market, he was still wearing a mask, which only increased his courage.

After wandering around the black market for a while, he felt a little uninterested. The items sold here were not just for cultivation.

Even most of them are not cultivation supplies, there are various smuggled goods, antiques of unknown origin, and strange and weird objects.

There are also a lot of ammunition and firearms among them - No. 2 Star does not prohibit guns, but it is more difficult to obtain a gun license.

Qu Jianlei walked to a light truck and stopped, frowning, "What is this?"
Chapter completed!