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Chapter 110 Black Market

Xicheng District, Heishui Street, Yinxiufang.

The shop was exquisitely and luxuriously decorated, with all kinds of gorgeous clothes hanging on the walls, including embroidered robes and gowns adorned with gemstones. Each piece was as good as new and exuded a faint fragrance of spices.

An elderly gentleman with gray hair, dressed in a well-tailored black suit and a neat bow tie, was sitting by the counter, intently ironing a dark coat with a flat iron.

Bell—

The doorbell was gently rang, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Mark walked into the room, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings before finally locking onto the old gentleman behind the counter.

The old gentleman kept his eyes down, engrossed in his work, never lifting his eyelids, completely absorbed in his own world.

Mark didn't waste any words. He stepped forward and flicked his thumb, sending a gleaming gold coin flying from his fingertip. It landed on the smooth mahogany counter with a soft "ding".

"It's getting dark, I want to go for a walk."

Mark's voice was low and deliberate, precisely the code Clyde had given him.

At this moment, the old gentleman slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Mark, his deep gray eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Without a word, the old gentleman pulled out a neatly folded black cloak from under the counter and placed it on the counter.

Mark grabbed the cloak and quickly put it on. The cloak reached his ankles, completely covering his body and leather armor.

Then, Mark raised his hand and touched his face, feeling that his white hair and blue eyes were too conspicuous, so he turned to look at the old gentleman and asked.

"Do you have a mask?"

The old gentleman remained silent, then took out three more masks from under the counter and arranged them neatly on the counter.

The first one is a gold half-face mask, with intricate patterns carved on it. It only covers the area above the bridge of the nose, revealing the beautifully shaped jawline and lips, making it look luxurious and mysterious.

The second one is a ferocious iron mask, shaped like an open beast's mouth with exposed fangs, exuding a bloodthirsty aura. It is rough and heavy overall, full of aggression.

The third image is a white, faceless mask made of what appears to be white porcelain. It has a smooth surface, without any patterns or decorations, and only two dark eye holes, making it strangely simple.

Without a second thought, Mark reached out and grabbed the white, faceless mask.

This is it; it can hide my identity to the greatest extent possible.

Then, Mark took out a gold coin from his pocket, flicked it onto the counter, turned and walked toward the store door, saying casually.

Thanks!

The old gentleman stood there, staring intently at Mark's departing figure until the shop door closed again.

He slowly lowered his head and continued ironing the perfectly pressed coat, as if nothing had ever happened.

Stepping out of the clothing store, Mark tugged at the collar of his cloak, put on his white mask, revealing only a pair of cold blue eyes.

Mark then quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Blackwater Street was bustling with people, but unlike the usual marketplace, it was filled with many people dressed in black cloaks like Mark.

Most of them had their heads down, walked hurriedly, did not speak to each other, and exuded a sense of alienation, out of place with their surroundings.

In a corner of the street stood a number of rough-looking, short-sleeved, burly gang members, occasionally glancing at passersby, sometimes whispering among themselves, their expressions wary.

Mark walked along the street, the terrain gradually descending, the surrounding light becoming dimmer, and the atmosphere in the air becoming more complex.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, a hidden sewer entrance appeared ahead, dark and mysterious.

Here, the flow of people splits, either turning left or right to other blocks, or heading straight into the sewers.

Mark naturally walked straight ahead, as did most of the people in black cloaks, but many curious tourists who weren't wearing cloaks also followed.

Walking into the pipe and traveling a hundred meters, a bright and open space suddenly appears.

What lies before us is no longer a sewer, but a bustling underground pedestrian street.

The streets were lined with stalls and bustling with people, mostly wearing black cloaks, though occasionally you could see a few people without cloaks.

There are only two kinds of people who don't wear cloaks.

One type is the extremely powerful professionals. They are clad in heavy armor, wield sharp weapons, and exude a chilling aura, making them unapproachable.

Another type is the tourists with curious expressions. They are mostly dressed smartly, their eyes full of inquiry, looking around and pointing at the surrounding scenery from time to time.

Perhaps in their eyes, these people in black cloaks were just members of a mysterious church gathering.

However, in just a few moments, the tourists vanished without a trace.

Mark knew very well that they had become commodities on the black market.

Clyde had warned that before entering the black market, it was best to go to a designated place and purchase the black cloak using a coded message.

In the black market, those who don't wear cloaks are like fireflies in the darkness, implicitly considered prey to be slaughtered at will.

The laws on the ground are completely ineffective here; in fact, it could be said that the existence of this black market is tacitly approved by the bigwigs in the city.

Mark walked down the streets of the black market.

The street stalls on both sides of the street were filled with all sorts of strange and unusual things: broken chainmail, bloodstained weapons,

A pale head...

Passing by a brightly decorated red brothel, several scantily clad women were posing seductively for passersby.

Several people dressed in black robes were talking furtively, holding sealed scrolls in their hands, clearly engaged in some shady transaction.

The liveliest spot was an open space on the street corner, where a simple platform had been erected and was surrounded by a large crowd of people, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Come and see, everyone! A fresh virgin, with elven blood!"

A burly human trafficker stood on a high platform, holding a leather whip in his hand, and shouted loudly at the people below.

Then, the trafficker grabbed a girl by the ear from among a group of trembling girls and slammed her onto the stage amidst a burst of sobs.

"This one has a starting price of 20 gold! Each subsequent bid must be at least 2 gold!"

Various gazes swept over the girl on stage, as if they were appraising merchandise, and soon some people started to grumble.

"How can you prove she has elven blood?!"

"Yes! The ears aren't pointed at all!"

"Could it be a second-hand item?"

Mark's heart stirred, and he followed the crowd, wanting to see what the black market's human auctions were like.

On the high platform, several girls were chained together, their clothes were tattered, their bodies were covered with small wounds, their faces were as pale as paper, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

A man dressed in a black robe raised his hand and shouted.

"I'll bid 22 gold!"

Another voice immediately rang out, tinged with disdain.

"22 gold coins for a half-elf woman? That's wishful thinking! I'll offer 30 gold coins!"

The traffickers' eyes lit up, and they brandished their whips and started shouting.

"Great! 30 gold coins! Anything higher? This is elven blood, it can live to 200 years old, and after I use it, I can pass it on to the next generation!"

"32 gold coins!"

"34 gold coins!"

The bidding grew louder and louder, and the audience below the stage joined in, whistling, shouting, and looking excited.

Mark stood in the crowd, observing for a while with a critical eye, based on his biological research. But the more he looked, the more unbearable it became to look at.

The population here is divided into five tiers.

However, handsome men and beautiful women with outstanding human appearances can only be ranked in the third tier, with prices mostly between 5 and 10 gold coins.

The second tier consists of humanoid beings of other races, or mixed-race individuals with other races, such as elves, orcs, dwarves, mermaids, etc. Male beings of other races are priced three to four times higher than females, clearly being treated as special playthings.

The top tier is surprisingly for beastmen, and the more bizarre the appearance of a beastman, the higher the price.

Mark witnessed firsthand how a hyena-like woman with two rows of breasts was pushed onto the stage by human traffickers and ultimately sold for a high price of 230 gold coins.

As is widely known, hyenas, regardless of gender, are male.

This shows just how twisted people in the black market can be.

Mark broke away from the crowd and looked up to determine his location.

I originally came to the black market to deal with the dimensional bag issue.

But the assassins he encountered along the way made Mark change his mind.

Since the O'Connor family can offer a bounty on me through the Shadow Network, why can't I do the same to the O'Connors?

Movie website! Let's go!