The Threads of Fate, All Else Is Illusory

The white-collar man adjusted his glasses. "Boss, are you trying to have someone killed?"

"No, no, no. I run a legitimate business. I don't do anything illegal. I was just curious. This is the black market, so there should be people like that here, right?"

It was not that Guan Jingshan was scared. Since he could make money through legitimate business anyway, why take the risk of going to prison or being executed just to hire someone to kill?

Right, a boss who prowled the black market, bought stolen goods, and even asked about assassins and mercenaries was running a legitimate business...

The white-collar man adjusted his glasses and swallowed every sarcastic remark. He absolutely could not make snarky comments, or the bespectacled guy being the designated straight man would become an inseparable part of his character setting, dragging him into a bottomless abyss from which he could never climb out.

"Of course, there are places here that specifically take commissions. In theory, as long as the boss pays enough, someone will accept any kind of job."

Perhaps in Huaxia, where firearms were strictly controlled, assassins and mercenaries would find things somewhat difficult. But as long as the price was right, someone would still take the risk.

What was more, the black market was not populated solely by ordinary people. Mysterious and powerful Anomaly Tamers mingled with insane Evil Deity believers here as well.

However, there was no need for the white-collar man to reveal such things to an outsider.

As an information broker, if this boss had not been so generous with his money and hired him to accompany him to the black market, he truly would not have wanted to cater to an ordinary person like this.

Those with money were the bosses.

Resigned, the white-collar man followed