Catching a Turtle in a Jar...

Li Su went out to haul cargo again.

There were simply too many people coming. Day after day, people kept streaming in without end.

It wasn't just Divine Power Realm experts either. Mana Realm cultivators had come as well, and in huge numbers.

There were even a few Martial Arts Realm cultivators among them—peak Martial Arts Realm cultivators.

Li Su was going crazy!

Were these people out of their minds???

It was understandable for Divine Power Realm cultivators to come, but why were Mana Realm cultivators, even Martial Arts Realm cultivators, rushing over too?

Were they here to die??

Sure, it was a Sage's supreme treasure. Who wouldn't be tempted?

But temptation couldn't fill your stomach, could it?

If a supreme treasure truly emerged, Dark Street would inevitably erupt into a great battle. When that time came, how many of you people would survive?

Faced with the surging crowd, Li Su could not help but rant inwardly, utterly unable to understand what these people were thinking.

For the first time, he somewhat regretted pretending to be a Dark Street gang member. He should have posed as a customer instead.

After all, he had come here to search for treasure, not haul bricks.

Several tens of thousands a day sounded like a lot, but was Li Su someone who lacked several tens of thousands?

No. What he lacked was several hundred billion.

What was most hateful was that too many people had come during this period, and their numbers were only growing. The stream was endless.

From the first district all the way to the tenth district, every vacant guest room was fucking full.

In order to make a killing and swallow this hard-won windfall whole, Luo Gang's boss gritted his teeth and waved a hand. All ten-odd of them rolled