Qu Jianlei understood a little after hearing that. "Some of today's auction items were provided by old friends?"
"Of course." Duan Bowen wore a faintly mocking smile. "Would they be the ones selling Restoration Fluid...?"
Though he made his living through smuggling, he did not deal in especially obscure goods.
Making a margin on everyday goods was enough. He avoided trouble, did not steal others' livelihoods, kept a low profile, and still earned quite a bit.
But when he heard that Restoration Fluid was being auctioned, he truly could not stay calm—who the hell was bold enough to do that?
It was one thing if nobody dealt in that business. But if someone did, it could only be him!
The source of Restoration Fluid was Red Leaf Ridge. Who had a better relationship with them than he did? He could overlook a single auction appearance, but this was already the second time.
When Duan Bowen had parted ways with Red Leaf Ridge, he had actually felt somewhat reluctant.
But they had agreed on it before the crossing: once they reached Central Province, they would go their separate ways and not interfere with one another.
At first, Red Leaf Ridge had indeed seemed very powerful in Duan Bowen's eyes, but it also hid many secrets, which meant potential trouble.
He dealt in foreign trade, the unofficial sort at that. He already had plenty of potential trouble on his hands and truly did not want to invite more.
So even after seeing the Tiger-Human Great Venerable's toe and experiencing the Nascent Soul Artifact Spirit's might, he had ultimately chosen to keep his promise.
But after hearing about the Restoration Fluid, Duan Bowen truly regretted it.
It was not merely because of the profits Restoration Fluid could bring him.
The key was that,