Like every glittering metropolis on the surface, Xandar, this fully urbanized planetary city, naturally had its own dark side.
Visitors coming here for the first time might never imagine that Xandar, hailed as the jewel of the universe and its most civilized city, still had a massive black market hidden from outsiders. Many uniformed officials even came and went there openly.
Strictly speaking, under Xandarian law, running smuggling operations or selling stolen goods was illegal. Not only were such items forbidden from being sold on the market, but those involved could be arrested and thrown into prison.
But rules were made by people, and naturally, later generations came up with ways around them. Thus, a high-tech black market with Xandarian characteristics came into being.
This was not a market in the usual sense. It looked more like a futures exchange, located inside a building grand enough to be called magnificent.
The building had no sign, and no identity check was required to enter. All they had to do was hand over their weapons to the security guards.
Peter and Gamora pulled all kinds of weapons from their persons, while Deathstroke and Elsa passed security easily thanks to their silk bags. Carol made her living with her fists, so weapons were not something she possessed in the first place.
They entered the lobby, passed through several reinforced security doors, and arrived in a bustling hall full of voices.
All sorts of people mingled here. There were obvious Space Marauders, elegantly dressed figures, and bizarre-looking aliens shouting something into Universal Translators in their native languages.
The first floor was the main hall, while the second and third floors were divided into private suites, looking like rooms reserved for major clients.
"This is Xandar's black market." Star-Lord winked at Su Ming as he