Qu Jianlei had been a bit curious, driving a truck to the black market—what could be sold here?
As he got closer, he frowned. On the truck were chunks of meat, frozen solid.
A half-grown lad sat in the trough, with his legs dangling outside the truck.
Apparently, he hadn't seen Qu Jianlei's earlier moves, and he looked indifferent, "If you have eyes, look for yourself."
Qu Jianlei was a bit annoyed, but there was no need to argue over such a small matter, so he simply turned away.
Yet he didn't go too far, moving on to the next stall, glancing down at the odd items laid out on the ground.
Then as he passed another stall, he heard someone at the meat-selling truck ask, "Exotic beast meat?"
"Of course," the half-grown lad replied lazily, "Would you come here for regular meat?"
The little guy's words were biting, but the buyer was well-mannered, "How's it sold?"
Sofia overheard and gently nudged Qu Jianlei, whispering, "It's exotic beast meat."
