Items that cannot be traded openly can be found on the black market. People on the Dawn forum compile various lists to make it easier for any "passerby" to browse.

The young man was an external employee of the Snake Flour Mercenary Group, and he used this identity to amass a lot of good things.

When he saw Qu Jian'er and Rong Yuan pointing at him together, he subconsciously thought they were a group of liars.

after all.

He was very familiar with this tactic.

The young man continued, "Everyone, come and see! These two are working so well together, it's obvious they're a team!"

A crowd gathered around.

"That's right, I don't believe anyone can tell someone's life story just by looking at their palm."

"But why would they deceive people? A floating throne only exists in the virtual world, right? Would someone who can afford something like that come out and scam others?"

"What if they're police officers in disguise?"

The black market administrators, who had been observing from the sidelines and had no intention of getting involved, immediately stepped forward upon hearing this.

The manager stared at them sternly: "Ladies, please show your identification cards."

Rong Yuan's driver recognized the manager's identity and immediately handed her a card.

The young man persisted, sneering, "What about her? She probably wouldn't dare!"

The manager looked at Qu Jian'er.

Qu Jian'er sat firmly on Mount Tai.

It seems they don't know what nervousness is.

Qu Jian'er rested her arm on the armrest of the throne: "I really don't have any ordinary cards."

The young man was overjoyed: "Did everyone hear that? She admitted she doesn't have a black market ID card!"

Upon hearing this...

The manager frowned and reminded him, "No, you're going to be taken away for investigation."

Qu Jian'er was about to speak.

The young man pleaded, "Sir, arrest her quickly! What if she's a police officer trying to wipe us all out? I'm doing this for the good of our black market!"

With the cheers of others present.

The manager's brow furrowed even more.

Rong Yuan was about to speak up for someone.

Coincidentally.

A black card flew out of Qu Jian'er's hand, grazed the young man's scalp, and embedded itself in the wall not far away.

Qu Jian'er laughed: "But I have this card, I don't know if it will be of any use."

She leaped up.

It landed gently on the ground.

The unremarkable black card floated above her palm, guided by an invisible force.

The young man, still shaken, covered his head. Seeing the card, he sneered, "You dare threaten me... What kind of card is this? You think you can get away with just any card?"

"Shut up!" The manager, sweating profusely, stammered, "We were unaware that the boss would personally visit the black market. It was our oversight; we were blind to his abilities!"

These words were spoken.

The entire room fell silent.

A person who commands respect even from managers.

Only the black market's behind-the-scenes bosses.

But why did the black market boss suddenly appear? And why is he disguised as a stall owner?

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