Just a Little More

Quicksand World.

Black Market.

Flight Center.

Gu Qingshan stood outside the crowd, quietly watching the situation unfold.

Everything had fallen into chaos.

Unable to escape from this world and caught in the blast of the spaceship's explosion, the furious professionals had all surged into the Flight Center, demanding refunds for their travel expenses.

But only a few Black Market guards had come to maintain order, and neither the commander nor deputy commander of the Black Market guard squad had appeared.

They'd apparently gone out on a mission.

Some powerful professionals gradually realized that Gray Hand, the master of the Black Market, was also absent from this world.

The news spread silently through the entire Black Market, as if it had grown wings.

Some people with ulterior motives began using this opportunity to scheme for what they desired.

The first clash broke out at the auction house.

Even from as far away as the Flight Center, the billowing smoke and towering flames were perfectly visible.

It was as if they'd been a signal. The Flight Center descended into chaos at once.

Many people rushed out, hoping to seize the flying vehicles.

The guards stopped trying to reason with them and began fighting the professionals head-on.

That was how the citywide riot began.

Powerful auras began rising throughout the Black Market.

All kinds of forces clashed and battled in the sky above the city, making this Floating City, long at peace, tremble from time to time.

Gu Qingshan watched it all from afar.

He took a step back, then another, turned around, and walked away.

The situation was too chaotic. He had no intention of getting involved.

He came to a restaurant at the very edge of the Flight Center and sat down at an outdoor table.

"Hey, boss—" Gu Qingshan called.