Underground black market.
It was an utter mess.
Those robber bandits had struck again.
The Enforcement Team quickly occupied the important nodes of the underground black market, rapidly screening suspicious individuals one by one.
For the shop owners, this was a good thing.
No one wanted such bandits, who committed major crimes back-to-back in the black market, to continue running free.
Even if you were going to rob, you had to wait until after you left this place; who opens fire right inside the black market?
This directly violated the rules.
For customers coming to the black market to buy things, however, this was definitely not good news.
The black market was no saintly place either; everyone came here looking unkempt and filthy.
No one knew anyone else.
Wouldn't checking me mean thoroughly investigating who I am?
What if the item I was currently buying happened to be a handle against me held by outside factions?
To take a step back, even if it weren't information fatal enough, no one wanted their privacy exposed for no reason.
Unfortunately, they could not resist.
The three major factions controlled the black market, and behind every faction stood a Ninth-Level Soul Engineer.
Unless one had the protection of a Ninth-Level Soul Engineer oneself, the three major factions would give no face.
Just like that, customers were searched one by one.
The Storage Soul Tools on their bodies were scanned, and then the items inside the Storage Soul Tools were checked once more.
Su Fan had changed his appearance, swaggering through the crowd and letting the Enforcement Team search him.
He had no Storage Soul Tool on him.
His only Storage Soul Tool had just been lost.
"Why'd you come to the black market without a Storage Soul Tool?"
An Enforcement Team member questioned