The auction finally ended, and the Black Market, devoid of further attractions, became dull and uninteresting.
After meeting up with Eileen and the others, who had been wandering around, Tang Yu planned to leave as well.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brows, sensing a malicious gaze.
"Ming, you go ahead and split up from us."
"What's wrong, Tang?" asked Li Xiuming, noticing Tang Yu's serious expression. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he hesitated for a moment before separating from Tang Yu and the others.
He didn't go far, merely blending into the crowd, his expression filled with concern.
At the bend in the tunnel, Tang Yu caught a glimpse of a skinny young man out of the corner of his eye.
The underground tunnel was narrow, and there were quite a few people moving in the same direction to leave the Black Market. However, Tang Yu sensed that the ominous gaze came from this skinny young man.
