A dozen men with prominent cheekbones followed behind the two. They were all at the Bright Force level.
The group walked with their heads bowed, silent.
"Could they be here for the auction too?"
Chen Han suddenly smiled faintly. "I wonder what expression Squire Li will have when he finds out Li Muyun and the Thunderbolt Extreme martial art were both stolen."
Chen Han was a man who clearly distinguished good from evil. Squire Li had done him a kindness, and he naturally wouldn't forget it or repay kindness with enmity just because of the man's character. He hadn't given it much thought when he ran into Squire Li this time.
If he had a chance to repay the kindness he'd received, all the better.
But he wasn't going to hand over either the Thunderbolt Extreme martial art or Li Muyun. The former was something he'd seized through his own ability; if Squire Li wanted to blame someone, he could blame the Zhao Family. The latter, meanwhile, was entirely Squire Li's doing. Trading his own daughter for a martial art—he couldn't believe the man had gone through with it.
Chen Han was the sort of person who followed his heart and did as he pleased. Though there was something improper about this, he didn't care in the slightest.
When they reached the center of the Black Market, they found a small plaza. A fighting ring stood in the middle, surrounded by a circle of spectator seats.
Chen Han had been here before, and the ring had left a deep impression on him.
That was because the ring was usually used for fights to the death—not just between people, but between beasts, or between people and beasts. The spectator seats were filled with gamblers who had placed their bets, along with