Chuanliu quickly quickened his pace, maintaining a certain distance from the person, and then nimbly concealed himself in a blind spot between the Yorozuya and the alley.
The next moment, a familiar figure came into view; it was none other than Susan, the special auctioneer of Wuwang Auction House, known as "10 of Hearts".
She walked gracefully out of the store and spoke quietly with the store manager.
The store manager nodded repeatedly behind her until he escorted her to the street corner before returning.
Chuanliu gazed in the direction Susan had left, lost in thought.
Just as she was about to emerge from her hiding place, the mysterious man in black robes reappeared, accompanied by two shop assistants.
The store manager hurriedly went to greet them.
By this time, the crowd queuing at the entrance had changed, and almost no one knew about the little incident of the mysterious person "cutting in line."
The shop assistants then returned to their posts, and the mysterious man and the shop manager did not exchange words, but simply nodded to each other.
The store manager watched the mysterious man walk away until he disappeared from sight, just as he would a regular customer.
Chuanliu cautiously maintained a proper distance, silently following the mysterious man in black robes.
The man in black robes didn't notice the long tail behind him. He first circled the Yorozuya district twice, and then circled other main streets twice. It seemed that in order to prevent anyone from following him, he even stayed for a while in the small restaurants along the street.
The man in the black robe looked around and then went into the women's restroom on the side of the street.
Chuanliu's heart skipped a beat, and he followed without hesitation.
She pretended to be a passerby, stood in front of the mirror at the sink for a moment, and used the reflection to confirm the location of the stall the man in black had entered.
Then, she quietly went into the next cubicle and carefully closed the door.
She kept a close eye on the sounds coming from next door. In the narrow cubicle, she could only hear rustling sounds coming from next door, which must have been the mysterious person taking off his black robe.
After a long while, the man in black robes seemed to be preparing to leave.
Chuanliu quickly composed himself, preparing to open the door the moment the man in black robes appeared, to see what this person, suspected to be the mastermind behind "First Yorozuya," really looked like.
However, at that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a cacophony of footsteps and voices could be heard.
The neighbors seemed startled and then fell silent again.
Fortunately, the two people who came in didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the cubicle. They just rushed in to touch up their makeup and then left in a hurry.
Finally, the door to the next cubicle opened tentatively and gently, and the mysterious person stepped out.
Chuanliu immediately opened the door.
The two people looked at each other in the mirror.
A woman carrying a bag was startled by the sudden rush of traffic.
I had indeed seen this woman before at the Yorozuya; she was one of the Yorozuya's employees.
Seeing her unmistakably wary expression, Chuanliu knew:
He had fallen into a trap; the person in front of him was not the owner of the First Yorozuya at all.
However, the good news is that the person who initially walked into the store in the black robe was probably the owner.
Aside from the boss, no one else needs them to go to such lengths to protect them.
To lower the woman's guard, Chuanliu also pretended to be frightened.
"Ah! There's someone here? How come there wasn't a sound? It was terrifying!"
She patted her chest dramatically, ignored the shop assistant, and walked out.
She knew perfectly well that the shop assistant was just a smokescreen to divert attention. She had originally thought she could uncover a big secret here.
Chuanliu stretched lazily at the door, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed several people glancing repeatedly toward the door of the women's restroom.
Clearly, this smoke grenade not only hit Chuanliu, but also other people.
Their gazes did not linger on Chuanliu, but rather on the woman who had just come out.
The woman had an extra backpack, presumably containing her black robe.
Clutching her bag, she looked around timidly. Seeing the stream still stopped at the entrance, she immediately turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Those who had been observing from the surrounding area immediately followed.
These people have good observation skills, but by the time they realize they've followed the wrong person, the real boss has probably already moved on.
The tactic of luring the tiger away from its mountainous location was a great success.
It has to be said that Kawaryu is even more curious about who the owner behind the First Yorozuya is.
It was late at night, and the sky was shrouded in a thick darkness, dotted with sparse starlight.
The bizarre and fantastical Wuwang District is bustling with activity.
The black market in Wuwang District also quietly opened at this time.
Last time I came to Wuwang District, I didn't have time to check out the black market. I didn't expect to be back so soon.
She held only two cards in her hand: the "10 of Diamonds" and the "2 of Clubs". In addition to the "10 of Diamonds" as her identity card, she also needed to keep a Club card as a pass to the main city of Clubs.
She had no trump cards to make a deal with Madman Feng.
Therefore, her goal this time was very clear—to buy any identity token that she could trade with Madman Feng.
Unlike the brightly lit areas of the Wuwang District, the black market here is like a dark forest shrouded in night, filled with an air of mystery. The roads are barely visible by moonlight.
Along the narrow streets, various stalls were set up, and the stall owners, some standing and some sitting, all seemed somewhat wary. Some stall owners even wore masks and communicated with customers using gestures.
Occasionally, dim yellow lights flickered in the night, casting long, slanted shadows that shone and faded, adding to the eeriness of this black market. The air was filled with strange smells: the bitterness of herbs, the pungent odor of alcohol, and the peculiar aroma of unknown spices.
The street was bustling with pedestrians, their steps hurried, their eyes quickly scanning the various stalls. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the dim light, like a group of ghosts wandering in the night.
The stalls were filled with a dazzling array of items, from medicinal herbs and antiques to various weapons and tools. Of course, the origins of these things were unknown, making people hesitant to touch them.
Chuanliu first observed a few stalls, and then walked inside.
Then, Kawatsuki randomly picked a stall and said the coded message he had asked at the First Yorozuya.
Do you have a royal flush?
The stall owner looked up, gave her a strange look, and shook his head.
Then she approached another stall owner and asked again, "Do you have a royal flush?"
The other party also waved his hand, but his expression showed a hint of apprehension.
Logically speaking, Yorozuya shouldn't give false information like this, so what's their behavior?
A strange feeling crossed Chuanliu's mind. She didn't ask any further questions, but remained silent and observed the street.
It seemed that ever since she asked that question, all the vendors around her had started to look at her with suspicion.
Just as she was wondering, an old man came over and whispered to her:
"Kid, stop using code words here. Even if they have them, they won't answer you."
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