Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

After leaving the school, Qin Yu and Liu Damao headed straight for Nanjiang Wholesale Street in Jiangnan City.

This is the largest black market in Jiangnan City, where you can find everything from rare and precious herbs and elixirs to all sorts of oddities and trinkets. It's a must-visit place for many people looking to hunt for treasures.

However, because many shops do not have proper business licenses, most people end up getting burned rather than finding a treasure.

Even so, people still flock here every day.

The reason is very simple, just two words:

It's cheap!

For example, take the weapon that Liu Damao wants to buy. Putting aside the low-end weapons, an ordinary quality weapon would cost at least several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan in a regular store.

But here, they cost hundreds of yuan, or even just tens of yuan.

Of course, whether it's guaranteed to be authentic is another matter.

……

Qin Yu and his companion arrived at Nanjiang Wholesale Street. Looking around, the surrounding buildings all looked very old and low, and the streets were full of potholes and very dirty.

It is completely incomparable to the bustling, clean, tidy, and spacious streets of the city center, filled with high-tech skyscrapers.

Despite this, the number of people here is no less than that in the city center.

The crowds came and went in an endless stream, shoulder to shoulder, and loud hawking voices rose and fell, creating a bustling atmosphere different from that of the city center.

"Come and see! Come and see! The freshly unearthed core of the four-star monster, Gyarados!"

"Selling super-powerful pills! One bottle to refresh your mind, two bottles to never tire, and three bottles to grant you immortality!"

"Look, everyone! This is the saliva of a six-star city-destroying level demon king, the Titan Behemoth! Swallowing this gives you a chance to learn the Titan Behemoth's skills!"

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares filled the air from both sides of the street.

Even though Qin Yu had never been here before, he knew that he absolutely should not buy the things these people were selling; buying them would definitely result in a huge loss.

After all, while the shops here are also unscrupulous and rip-off, at least they don't dare to rip off consumers too badly.

After all, the shop is located here. If we rip off too badly and the customers smash up the shop, then we'll lose more than we gain.

These street vendors are different; they'll rip you off as much as they can. They'll charge tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions for something that costs only a few dollars!

After all, they don't have fixed shops. They basically just scam a bunch of people and then move on to another place, or they just disappear. Even if you're unlucky enough to buy something and get scammed, you can't find them anywhere and you can only suffer in silence.

Therefore, Qin Yu and his companion didn't even glance at it before heading straight for the deeper shops.

They entered a shop that looked somewhat 'proper', and the shop had an interesting name: 'Amin's Weapon Shop'.

Of course, this name is not the main one.

What's particularly striking is that the shop owner heavily emphasized the right radical of the character "可" (ke) and the left radical of the character "日" (ri) on the signboard with red paint, creating a unique visual effect that sparks the imagination.

"Old Qin, I feel this weapons shop looks legitimate. Why don't we go in and take a look?" Liu Damao suggested.

"Heroes see the same thing."

The two exchanged a smile and then walked directly into the weapons shop in front of them.

However, after entering the weapons shop, Qin Yu and his companion looked them up and down and were immediately disappointed.

The counter was filled with countless weapons of all kinds, but there was nothing else. There were no little red lanterns or anything like that, not even a female one.

There was only a pot-bellied, balding, greasy middle-aged man with a receding hairline playing computer games; he looked to be the owner of the weapons shop.