The guard glanced at the coin and nodded to his partner. "She's clear."
With that, they opened the door, Su Jiyai drove slowly through the narrow entrance, descending into a hidden lot beneath the building.
The underground market sprawled before her—crowded and dimly lit, but buzzing with energy.
Parking her RV in an empty spot, Su Jiyai stepped out, maintaining her guise as a middle-aged man.
She tugged her cloak tighter and adjusted her veil, ensuring her identity remained concealed. She had no intention of drawing attention to herself.
"System, locate a reliable vendor for the gold exchange," Su Jiyai whispered under her breath.
[Host, there is a trusted vendor at stall 47, a known dealer in precious metals. Transactions are discreet and trustworthy.]
With the system's guidance, Su Jiyai navigated the winding paths of the market, her sharp eyes catching glimpses of illicit trades and whispered conversations.
