"In fact, they're all living beings."
Zhang Feng instantly heated up the tea and pushed it to the chuckling Master Wang,
"Let's get to business. I'm here to see the city's black market."
"Black market?" Master Wang paused upon hearing this, then shook his head, "I really wouldn't know about that, but it's likely no longer around.
Because according to reports from different departments, the former black markets in the Extraordinary Homeland have now all become legitimate."
He pointed in the direction of the northern suburbs, "About ten years ago, you could still find people selling superconductor chips and high-grade Spirit Stones there.
The earliest black markets we had sold legitimate products too.
But now they can't be found."
"Indeed, they can't be found on the surface." Zhang Feng's Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire Extraordinary Homeland and glanced at the southern underground,
