System: Card drawing in progress

The voice was rather childish and I could tell it was that of a young girl. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw two figures squatting in front of a stall.

The girl's voice became louder, which attracted many people's stares, some openly and some covertly. Some of them looked at her with greed in their eyes, as if they had seen a fat sheep.

There was another figure next to her, who seemed to be young, pulling her sleeve:

"Sister, calm down."

It sounds like he is a boy, I don't know if he is an adult or not. For a person of this age to dare to run to the black market without adult supervision, I can only say that he is extremely brave.

You can't cause trouble in the black market, such as killing people and stealing treasures, but there are a lot of scams and frauds, and newcomers can easily suffer losses. In the black market, there is no risk to your life, but you will inevitably lose money to avoid disaster.

Moreover, once you show off your wealth, you will get into a lot of trouble when you go out into the black market, and you may not even be able to return home alive!

After all, the roads in the mountain city are too complicated and surveillance cannot cover the entire city.

Death is also possible.

After a series of attacks, even if you are still alive, you will still be skinned.

Therefore, it is only natural that the black market has a bad reputation.

After just one glance, Mo Shang withdrew his gaze. They were also wearing cloaks and masks, so their appearance could not be seen clearly. If they were stared at by too many people, they would probably not end up well.

When I looked up, I saw that the owner of the stall was also watching the fun.

"Hey, here you go again. I have a lot of good stuff this time. Take your pick. I'll give you a discount."

Because he often comes to the black market, he can also talk to some of the black market vendors.

"Ah."

The voice is deep and heavy.

The stall owner did not try to cover his face. He looked fearless, with a mouthful of yellow teeth, one of which looked golden. He searched in his pocket for a long time but couldn't take anything out.

Shaking his head regretfully:

"What a mistake. I didn't bring any melon seeds. This good show has lost its flavor."

Mo Shang also took a look and saw that the two parties were still arguing, but the one arguing was the boy now.

"He's cheating again?"

"No."

The vendor shook his head, looking a bit gloating, and then said with a bit of disgust:

"Every time the black market opens, there are always idiots who get fooled. He keeps using the same trick and is almost tired of it. He doesn't even think of innovating."

The location of the black market is not fixed, and there is a special way of contact that only the regulars and vendors of the black market know, because it is not uncommon for people to break in accidentally.

The results were all rather tragic.

The vendors were not always there, but the stall that cheated newcomers was one that even Mo Shang had seen several times. He had been chosen before, but he had avoided it.

He also gave him a small warning once, and after that, the owner of the stall didn't dare to provoke him again.

That stall doesn't make money by buying and selling goods, but by cheating people. Other stalls might have some good stuff to decorate their storefronts, but the stuff on that stall is all rubbish, except that it looks acceptable on the outside.

In order to attract people, the appearance is naturally made very good, but they are just some parallel imported products that will break if touched.

The other people setting up stalls all knew what was going on, but none of them said anything.

We are all in the same industry. If you destroy someone's place, you are destroying their job. It's a life-and-death feud, so there's no need to get into trouble for an outsider.

Most people just watch coldly, and some even want to get involved, to make some money and add insult to injury.

"Haha, you're not afraid of capsizing in the gutter or offending some big shot."

The vendors also echoed:

"Of course not. If you walk by the river often, your shoes will get wet."

The vendor really looked down on those who relied on cheating and deceiving others. He would use knives and guns directly outside the black market. He would have stopped doing such childish things eight hundred years ago.

"I've already said that I didn't touch your things. You handed it to me, but my brother pulled me away. I didn't take it. It's none of my business that it broke. You didn't hold it properly. Even if it didn't break, I don't think it's worth the price you said. You're just blackmailing me."

The anger in the girl's tone was obvious even to bystanders.

The stall owner didn't care at all. He just kept saying "pay me back" and threatened me secretly without any inducement.

The stall owner was a burly man with fat on his face. He looked very scary when he wasn't smiling. He looked like a butcher, with broad shoulders and a big waist.

In front of the two thin figures, it was like a mountain, blocking the light shining on them.

It looks like this argument will continue for some time.

I picked up a few items and was about to pay when I saw the vendor in front of me excitedly pulling his cloak:

"Look, today's play seems to be a little different. He really innovated."

The tactics that haven't changed in a hundred or eighty years have changed?

Mo Shang turned around with interest and saw many eyes, either openly or secretly, looking at the people involved. Their excitement for eating melons was exactly the same as that of the vendors who invited him to watch the show.

It's a bit funny. He likes to be lively and it's really his nature.

A man wearing a cloak and not wearing a mask stood out from the passers-by. He looked honest and didn't look like a bad guy.

He stood up righteously, testified for the two children, and even taught the stall owner a lesson.

“This person…?”

Mo Shang's eyes flickered, "Looks familiar."

It seemed like he had seen it somewhere before. He thought he had a good memory and would remember everyone who had seen it.

Since you feel you have seen it before, think about it carefully and you should get the result.

The vendor lowered his voice:

"This guy is Wang Lao Er, don't you remember him? Yes, he has changed so much. If I didn't see him so often, I would have doubted it for a while, wondering if I recognized the wrong person."

Mo Shang was silent for a moment. This was a scam that had shifted to another track. It was still a scam, but there was also a honey trap. Maybe these two children would be sold out.

Wang Laoer, a frequent visitor to the black market, had a beard and was a big eater, drinker, whore and gambler. After losing all his family savings, in order to make up for his investment, he would steal some things from time to time and sell them on the black market.

He is the same kind of person as the boss of the cheating stall. The two of them are in cahoots with each other and have a good relationship.

I didn't expect that the man who usually looked sloppy would look like an honest man after shaving and changing his clothes.

Tsk, you really can’t judge a person by his appearance.

Seeing a "kind-hearted person" appear, he solved the troubles of the two people with just a few words. Although they still had to pay compensation, the difference from hundreds of thousands to tens of dollars was not small.

The two of them thanked him repeatedly, looking very grateful.

Some of the onlookers recognized Wang Laoer and watched secretly with a gleam of anticipation in their eyes.

Mo Shang retracted his gaze again. Well, if you say that it is better to spend money to avoid disaster at the beginning, the only worry is to go out on the black market later, and there is still a chance of survival.

Now, after being sold, people still have to pay money, which is even more miserable.