Several ferocious-looking men stared at Zhang Xiaofan without uttering a word.
Zhang Xiaofan sized up the men as well.
Each one was skilled, and although they were not ancient martial artists, they were at least at the level of martial artist enforcers.
"What do you want?"
At this moment, a man as skinny as a monkey emerged from a room.
He had a sharp, monkey-like face and piercing eyes.
If someone were to judge by appearance alone, they would assume this person was frail.
Unfortunately for them, Zhang Xiaofan sensed the aura of an ancient martial artist on him, albeit just at the initial Yellow stage.
To encounter an ancient martial artist upon arrival meant that Long Teng wasn't lying.
The overall strength of the black market was definitely not inferior to the Long Family.
At least, it was unfathomable to many.
"Tiger fat oil."
Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently.
"One million for ten grams."
The man casually sized up Zhang Xiaofan and stated abruptly.
