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But people from Knowhere were obviously very different from those on Xandar. There were no legitimate people here who actually conducted proper business, so Long Aotian and the others ran into some trouble.

Of course, it was only a minor inconvenience.

"Interesting. Are you trying to rob us after buying from us?"

Inside the exchange, Long Aotian examined the wristband in his hand with a speechless expression, staring strangely at the alien behind the counter.

Good lord, in the blink of an eye, the other party had boldly swapped out his wristband under the pretense of appraising it.

A civilization capable of space travel naturally possessed formidable technology. Being able to open an exchange on Knowhere also proved that they were no pushovers.

This was an exceptionally ugly alien. During the appraisal, he had directly produced a wristband identical in appearance, returned it to Long Aotian, then claimed that Long Aotian's item had a problem and refused the transaction outright.

Whether something had been made in China was obvious to Long Aotian and the others at a glance. This little switcheroo left everyone thoroughly speechless.

As expected of a lawless place. The local customs were truly interesting—such simple, honest folk, and talent everywhere.

"I don't know what you're talking about. But if you keep causing trouble here, don't blame us for getting rough."

Faced with Long Aotian's question, the alien instead turned the accusations back on them, speaking viciously as he summoned security. Several burly aliens approached with ferocious expressions, looking rather difficult to deal with.

"Damn it, what I, Qin Lin, despise most are crooked merchants like you! Believe me, I'll tear this exchange down!"

Young people were hot-blooded. As an energetic young man, Qin Lin despised crooked merchants like this more than anything and swore to stomp on