Rong Anyao's heart skipped a beat, "Then we are still planning to buy the Thousand Dragon Chart."
"Wouldn't that be a big problem."
"They won't send someone to kill us, will they?"
Zhang Xiaomeng's lips curled into a smile, "No, not unless they no longer want to run this black market."
The occasional death of an individual was already the limit; if things truly got out of hand, the black market couldn't remain hidden, and who would dare to trade on the black market then.
So, in actuality, very few people knew the ins and outs of it.
At this, Zhang Xiaomeng cast a meaningful glance at Luo Feng.
Meanwhile, the auction continued on the stage.
The appearance of the mother sword truly attracted the eyes of many, many first-timers were bidding against each other, but in the end, there was always someone who bid higher than them.
