Huo Junhan walked in front, dressed in a black robe and a black mask. He seemed to be about to fuse with the heavy darkness.
A few guards in casual clothes followed Shen Yaowei and Huo Junhan, attracting many gazes along the way.
However, when those gazes landed on Huo Junhan, they were filled with fear.
This was the first time Shen Yaowei had come to the underground black market. Just as she was feeling that everything was new and exciting, Huo Junhan suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Shen Yaowei stopped and looked sideways. They had stopped in front of a black attic.
A strong smell of blood entered her nose, making her frown.
It was not only the smell of blood, but also a strong resentment and death aura coming from the attic. It could be seen that there were often human lives here.
There were a few tall and burly men in short brown clothes guarding the front of the attic. A guard took out a black iron token and showed it to them.
