A Newcomer Who Didn't Know the Rules, a Nouveau Riche

Little Six watched them from the side with dead fish eyes.

As he watched, a look of sudden realization and admiration appeared in his eyes.

Was this immersive acting?

Not only did they have to fool others, they had to fool themselves as well, never forgetting their personas anytime, anywhere.

Little Six didn't understand, but he was deeply astonished.

This was true professional dedication!

No wonder they had managed to scam a hundred thousand. They deserved every bit of it.

Little Six felt enlightened. He unconsciously straightened his back and stared energetically at the stall before him.

Since that was the case, he should do his own job properly too. Love what you did and do what you loved—only then could you make a fortune!

The owner of another stall listened silently to all this. He had kept his head lowered the entire time, only turning to glance at Wu's stall when he heard about the hundred-thousand fortune-telling fee.

A hundred thousand...

Heh, another fraud pretending to be some mystic.

He sneered inwardly.

Looked like another newcomer who didn't know the rules. In the dark market, anyone who dared do something like this would have their skin peeled off and dried into jerky.

Was a hundred thousand enough to buy his life?

This stall owner knew Little Six. Little Six often came here to fence stolen goods. Although Little Six had disguised his appearance, thieves like him occupied the lowest rank in the dark market.

They were basically the sort everyone looked down on, so Little Six's stall was usually placed at the very back.

There were only so many stalls in the back, and the people coming and going were always the same. Those who had been around for a while more or less had an idea of each