Fated One, Dark Market

The logistics staff still wanted to take him there.

Ao Qu raised a hand to stop them. "No need. Just give me the coordinates."

The logistics staff immediately gave him the coordinates. They only felt a gust of wind sweep past them, and in the blink of an eye, Ao Qu vanished from before them.

Wu tapped on an ordinary-looking window in a particular rhythm.

A voice sounded from behind the window. "How many pounds of oil fruit?"

"Nine pounds of oil fruit and one pound of sake."

A small panel in the window opened.

A person wearing a mask and hat appeared, lowering his voice as he said, "The dark market hasn't opened yet. Are you here to accept a mission or turn one in?"

"I'm here to reserve a stall at the dark market."

The man in the hat said, "The deposit is 10,000. Card or cash?"

Wu thought for a moment, then happily took out several wallets. He pulled out quite a bit of money and scraped together 10,000.

Looking at the various wallets in Wu's hand, which clearly did not belong to the same owner, the man in the hat could not help twitching the corner of his mouth.

Another lowlife.

But he remained silent and said nothing. He simply took the money before handing Wu a special stamped card.

"This is your stall, Number 17. Don't go to the wrong one. The dark market opens after midnight tonight and will remain open for seven days."

After saying that, the man in the hat immediately shut the window.

Wu walked outside.

Bo was waiting there alone. To avoid drawing too much attention, he had changed out of that overly conspicuous armor and into casual clothes this time.

He was currently fiddling awkwardly with the zipper