The stall owner had a confident look, arms crossed, sneering at the customer in front of him.
The black market isn't a formal workshop, but it is managed by someone known as the "Black Market Master," and there are also guards in the black market.
So after venting a bit, the person gave up, snorted coldly, turned, and left.
He dared not let the Black Market Master come to investigate because that item was stolen from him.
"Damn it, how could it be bought by someone? Who is it? I won't let him off!"
After leaving the black market, the person took off the black robe he was wearing, revealing a curvy voice underneath.
It turned out to be a woman!
But at this moment, she was furious, seething with rage, desperate to hit a wall.
She had plotted for a long time, left many countermeasures, and finally stole it from the Black Market Master, planning to leave the black market first, then sneak back to take it away unnoticed.
