"Well, that sounds good," Yuma smirked. "I was prepared to draw this gun to silence you, my friend."
"Damn you!" Hyker laughed again, he saw that the Papuan man's hand was already on the gun.
Hyker, Naomi, and Yuma's steps were blocked once in a while by various objects piled on the floor. Old boxes that they don't know what is in it, or some plastic crates, iron bars, or even wood, which are very rare materials to find. Or strange chests that move as if something lives inside each.
The atmosphere of the big alley was very similar to the black market and slums that once existed and were very common on Earth, a long-long time ago.
The merchants with a thousand and one kinds of wares try to seduce and offer every product they provide to the people who pass by the aisle. Including, Hyker, Naomi, and Yuma. They use various ways and styles to make people want to stop by their stalls.
