"Trying to run? Don't worry, I won't kill you!"
Chen Feng said.
"Really?"
The blond young man let out a sigh of relief.
Chen Feng said, "However, you have to hand over all the money on you. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether you'll still be alive tomorrow!"
Chen Feng's voice was calm, and he even wore a smile.
Yet that brilliant smile filled the blond man with even greater terror.
Chen Feng gave him the feeling that he could take his life at any moment. This teenager was no ordinary person. They had really gotten themselves into trouble this time.
Then Chen Feng suddenly had an idea. This blond youth probably had quite a bit of money, and he had been operating here for years. If Chen Feng dealt with these people, first, he had never killed anyone before. Second, even killing them would not stop the many thugs here. It would be meaningless.
These people only robbed ordinary people. When true experts came here, they did not dare make a move. And the reason the Black Market had lasted so long was not because of ordinary people's business, but because of martial artists.
They did not dare rob martial artists, but they would rob weak people or those passing through the Black Market to do business.
That was why these people had continued surviving here. The people above the Black Market would only make them restrain themselves; they would not eradicate them entirely. After all, even in law-governed areas, such things happened often. There would always be people willing to take risks.
Chen Feng smelled money on this short-haired man.
*Wouldn't it be great to treat this guy like a chive? The next time I come by, I can make him pay up again. That wouldn't be bad at