Fifteen days later, late at night.
Wearing a Black Panther mask, Yang Lie arrived before an abandoned building in the slums of Striving City. He extended his right hand, clad in a strange glove, and pressed it against an ordinary-looking stone marked with nine graffiti-like scratches.
A mysterious rune flashed across Yang Lie's glove, and he vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, Yang Lie appeared in a hall. A long table stood within it, with many people wearing all kinds of masks seated along both sides.
How miraculous. I wonder which Evil God's authority this is—or perhaps the ability of some Evil God Forbidden Object!
"Black Panther! It's actually him!"
"It's Black Panther!!"
"..."
The masked experts from various factions seated at the long table all showed a trace of surprise when they saw Yang Lie. Their masks possessed strange abilities that concealed their expressions, making it difficult for others to sense any change in their emotions.
Yang Lie took a seat on a long bench and studied the masked people. He could only make out their builds; aside from that, he could see nothing.
A tall man draped in a black cloak and wearing a black hawk mask sat in the seat of honor. He spoke directly in a commanding voice, "All right, time's up! The trading session officially begins. Speak in order. I'll go first."
"I need some manpower for a dangerous mission. The deposit is one billion Kong Yuan. Once it is completed, depending on the degree to which relations between both sides worsen, the reward can be as high as a Beast Spirit Golden Core Pill. Anyone who intends to accept this commission can come find me privately after the trading session."
"Besides that, I am buying large quantities of treasures that can increase