Only now, watching the members of demon-hunting squads enter the little house one after another and never seeing them come back out, did Zhang Tie realize that demon-hunting squads could sometimes rake in a very handsome profit. Poor him—he spent all day dealing with Winged Devils. To lighten their burden in flight, those Winged Devils wore nothing but a pair of leather shorts and carried a single weapon. They were poor as church mice. And those Ironclad Devils he had encountered for the first time seemed to have been the Devil Race's suicide squad. Since they had been preparing to break through behind the human defensive lines, naturally they had carried nothing valuable on them.
"Can I go in and take a look?" Zhang Tie was greatly tempted.
"Of course. I was just thinking of going inside myself to see if there's anything useful!" Reinhardt nodded.
The two headed straight for the house. Only after entering did Zhang Tie discover that it was actually a huge changing room. After each paying one gold coin as an entrance fee, everyone who entered was required to put on a black hooded robe provided there and don a mask. Once they had changed, he and Reinhardt received numbered tags before being allowed into the demon hunters' underground black market.
After putting on his mask, Zhang Tie found that even his voice had become muffled. The black hooded robe did not hinder movement, but it concealed his military uniform completely, making it impossible for anyone to tell which unit he came from.
In the black market, neither buyers nor sellers knew each other's identities. The only thing that identified a person was the temporary numbered tag they had received.
Zhang Tie's tag was number 1361. Reinhardt's was number 1362. After receiving their tags, the