Qing Wu placed two bottles of expensive whiskey and a one-million-yuan bearer card on the stall.
"I'd like to ask about some information." Qing Wu spoke clearly to the stall vendor.
The stall vendor's murky eyes looked at Qing Wu as he continued drinking vodka expressionlessly.
Only after finishing the entire bottle of vodka did the stall vendor contentedly let out a belch.
Then the stall vendor picked up the whiskey Qing Wu had offered him.
The stall vendor bit down on the whiskey's stopper with a mouthful of yellow teeth and yanked hard. With a bang, the whiskey opened, releasing a rich aroma of liquor.
The stall vendor spat the stopper onto the ground and lifted the bottle, gulping down several mouthfuls.
"Good stuff." The stall vendor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spoke drunkenly.
"Come with me." The stall vendor pulled a sign from beneath his butt. It read, "Temporarily away."
The stall vendor, Five-Zero-Zero, staggered forward, deftly parting the surging crowd as he headed toward the auction house at the center of the Underground Black Market.
"Boss Long."
"Boss Long."
The bodyguards dressed in black suits, with earpieces plugged into their ears, greeted the stall vendor one after another.
Boss Long was the auction house's second-in-command. All kinds of intelligence from Water Pulse City was delivered to him. His greatest hobby was running a stall in the black market and selling information to people he took a liking to.
Boss Long led Qing Wu to the second floor and opened a luxuriously decorated office.
"Wait here for a moment. I'm going to take a shower first." Boss Long waved his hand and went straight off, leaving Qing Wu to rest wherever he pleased.
Qing Wu dropped onto the soft sofa. It was a