Broker Mo Nian

When Qin Ran was sucked into the painting again, he felt as though he had been thrown into a tumble dryer.

Spinning, endlessly spinning!

By the time Qin Ran came back to his senses, he realized he was standing in a brightly lit corridor.

Qin Ran shook his head hard and carefully looked around after forcing the dizziness to subside.

The corridor was not long, only about ten meters.

At the end were two doors, one of which had already been opened and fixed in place.

Through the open doorway, Qin Ran could clearly see the dense crowd outside, people rubbing shoulders and jostling past one another. Even from this limited view, he could guess how lively the place was.

Secret Market?!

Qin Ran froze, then strode outside.

As for the door behind him, also painted in the form of an oil painting?

Qin Ran had seen it, but instinctively ignored it.

Tumble dryers were the worst!

Qin Ran stepped through the open doorway.

In an instant, it was as if he had entered another world.

The bustling, noisy cries of vendors were no less lively than the busiest market Qin Ran had ever imagined.

It was even more prosperous.

In the cramped space, shops stood side by side, while stalls connected one after another.

Over a hundred people moved through them, choosing goods, haggling, or bartering.

The most conspicuous spot was a two-meter-high platform, where pieces of relatively precious equipment and items appeared as the players gathered around it competed to bid.

"How is it?"

Lawless's voice came from beside him.

"Far better than I imagined!"

"Except for the way of getting in!"

Qin Ran answered honestly.

The Secret Market was far better than he had imagined, whether in its arrangement or the number of people attending.

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