Where there are people, there are underworlds. The presence of pure inevitably indicates the existence of wicked.
There is a peculiar black market outside the Arrogant Academy.
It not only houses a variety of prohibited goods but also contains unnamed light computers, a veritable haven for criminals. Many infamous Star Thieves frequented this place.
Outside the Arrogant Academy, a man tightly wrapped in robes moved swiftly and silently towards the black market.
In no time, he reached the entrance.
Seeing him so securely wrapped, the two burly doorkeepers took no notice. Many people who came here held distinguished statuses in the open world. It was very normal for them to hide their identities.
"Am I being followed?"
The thin man asked in a low, hoarse voice, as if swallowing his words.
"Huh!"
The two guards at the door scoffed, "Go on in. With us here, who would dare to follow you... There isn't even a ghost behind you!"
