The first ones to arrive were Philip Morgan and his group who took the VIP passageway.
Just as they stepped into the Black Market, numerous glances immediately converged on them. The Beastmasters, whether they were stall owners or buyers, all stared intensely at him, their gazes hot, as if they were looking at a great treasure.
"What's going on!?"
Philip Morgan, who was sweating profusely under their gaze, thought he had walked into a trap set by enemies.
Even the Golden Armored Baboon, who strutted so arrogantly on the way there, couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw the powerful Pet Beasts surrounding him. The baboon's face contorted as if he had just eaten a bitter gourd.
Dude, I can't win this fight!
Just as they exchanged glances, preparing to take to their heels, the female Beastmaster with the twin-headed snake from before asked:
"Do you guys know who that yellow robed masked man is?"
