Angel narrowed his eyes.
Could it be that Zuniga was not from Modern City?
"Mr. Zuniga?"
Angel came back to his senses and saw Little Green looking at him in confusion. He fell silent for two seconds, then said, "It's my first time at the Deep Earth Black Market. I didn't expect the architectural style here to be so unique. I've gained quite a lot from it."
Little Green chuckled. "I understand. If you want to find such an authentic wasteland style in Modern City, the Deep Earth Black Market is the only place."
"Every blade of grass and tree here, the placement of every house, every mottled mark on every wall, was all created by the Black Emperor."
"Don't be fooled by how crooked and slanted it looks, as though it could collapse at any moment. In truth, the Black Emperor had long designed the internal interconnecting structure..."
As she spoke, Little Green walked over to a cracked wall and lightly stroked the rust-covered rebar exposed beneath it. "These cracks, the way the steel bars are revealed—they were all calculated by the Black Emperor."
"This place has been in operation for a centennial without ever encountering any danger. That alone is enough to demonstrate the Black Emperor's skill."
So these had been deliberately designed? A flicker of bewilderment passed through Angel's eyes. "The Black Emperor was someone from a century ago?"
"That's right. The Black Emperor was invited here a century ago to build the Deep Earth Black Market."
Angel said, "He sounds like quite an extraordinary figure."
A trace of yearning flashed through Little Green's eyes. "Anyone daring to claim the title of 'Emperor' would naturally be no ordinary person. They say he came from a true wasteland world, a master of style who was deeply versed in