John sold a whole warehouse full of toilets to Old Chris.
The more chaotic the area, the stronger the ability to digest goods; with so many awful people around, there's always a way to dump illegal goods. If all else fails, reselling it to the Raqi Group to settle accounts is also an option.
But it's all unrelated to John now.
He made a fool of himself, quickly dealt with the warehouse, then pushed through the crowd to escape.
The warehouse district was bustling.
Everyone roared with laughter and went on to find other entertainment.
Not everyone recognizes the mercenaries riding Silver Rider, and more than one person cursed after the blind auction.
"Break it open, even if it's junk metal, I'll accept it!"
"What is this used for? Is there anyone who knows its value?"
"Haha, it's really here, that guy wasn't lying!"
...
Lively hustle and bustle.
Some make a small profit, some get a pleasant surprise, of course, there are also those who lose everything.
