A deliberately fixed rattan chair, an inducing landscape introduction, and the placement of this incense burner.

There is no doubt that the store manager has attacked customers a lot of times.

"Wow~ Ordinary glass bottles can't withstand the steel needles shot out of this mechanism."

The steel needle was blocked, and the store manager didn't feel much panic on his face, but shook his head and said,

"It seems that the institution in the underground market is not very reliable. No one can resist the steel needle unless they are armed within ten meters of prosthetic people who are armed to the neck and back of their heads. As a result, this is the third time they use it, an accident occurred... But it is not entirely a bad thing. At least they can get a fresh body. Healthy human organs are now popular."

"Ha, this is a high-end soda. I bought it for 8 yuan, but you are confident that you can get it...what is going on?"

Zhu Jue was about to say something, but his body shook, and he barely grabbed the rattan chair with both hands before he could barely stabilize his body.

"Of course, you are confident. You have been by my incense burner for so long. The mechanism inside it is not just a steel needle, it is just a gadget to add it later. Judging from your appearance, you should be Asian... Why, you forgot about your ancestors?"

The manager spoke a strange dialect accent and took out a small porcelain jar from the inside of the counter behind the incense burner, took out half a knuckle-length brown block and put it into the incense burner. The smoke that had become a little thin became much thicker.

"Can I ask why I'm going to attack me?"

Zhu Jue put a glass bottle covered with cracks on the table, rubbed the wind chime's forehead, took out the coins, and said,

"Because these two things are or are they silver pots on the table?"

"You have a good physique. If you pass the physical examination, selling organs will make me earn about 600,000 yuan on the black market. At that time, you can change a few prosthetic organs to replace them. As long as you can ensure that you are alive, this silver pot can sell 1 million federal coins. My antique store is just supported by these extra money."

The store manager probably felt that he had a wish and the ease and pleasure in his words were unblocked.

"It's okay to sell organs... can that thing be sold for 1 million?"

Zhu Jue has not checked the silver pot, and its material and carved patterns on the pot are not sold at such a high price.

"Of course this pot is not worth that much. The valuable thing is that you who own this pot. As long as you take you over, the money will be paid on the spot... Tsk, idiots are idiots. Don't you know that this form of hypnotics will gradually penetrate into your body over time? I thought you were going to take a try, but I didn't expect that it was a brainless waste. I really looked up to you, and I didn't even call for help... Young man, you can't survive in this sinister society like this."

He looked at Zhu Jue, who was still standing there in disappointment. The store manager boredly threw the electric stun gun and signal jammer in his hand behind the counter.

He calculated many situations, but he didn't expect his opponent to be a fool.

This made him feel that his IQ was insulted.

There was only one trace left in the afterglow of the sunset, reflecting the plaque hanging on the walls of the store: "The old man is indestructible."

Very good quality.

"It seems that the buyer has a close relationship with you?"

Zhu Jue's hand behind him signaled the wind chime that was still leaping around, and then asked.

"No, we haven't seen it even once. This news was also circulated to me three months ago. It's not just me. In Watson District, all the famous antique dealers know how to contact him. If you choose to come here to identify these things, it's considered that you hit the gun!"

While speaking, the store manager's eyes fell on the cat behind Zhu Jue. It was wandering around before, but now it suddenly fell to the ground with a slight look, which made him frown involuntarily.

In order not to expose the effect of smoke, he specially asked someone to modify the formula, which is a fog that will only work for humans!

Moreover, the person in front of me has been standing for too long after the medicine mist takes effect.

"You are not affected, are you?"

As the manager said, his fingers placed behind the counter suddenly twitched, and he turned to a button on the inside of the counter.

Oh ~

A gray velvet claw pressed his arm, and the wind chime, which was still lying on the ground a few seconds ago, appeared at the counter at some point, and gently called Zhujue to look at the other side.

The latter just raised his hand and made a pressing action.

"Hey~ your cat...ah!!!"

Before the store manager could react, a sharp pain suddenly came from his fingers pressed by his claws. His eyes turned over and saw only a finger that was forcibly pressed into a ball of flat meat residue and a counter table covered with cracks. Then he looked at the inconspicuous little bobcat with disbelief. This was a specially reinforced counter!

Just got cracked by its claws?

"Feng Ling, actually the action just now means that you can hold his hands and don't let him move around."

Looking at the store manager who blushed due to pain, Zhu Jue laughed silently. Seeing Feng Ling thinking that he had done something wrong and wanted to retract his claws, he continued,

"But the problem is not big. After all, the consequences are not much different... This store manager seems to be a big customer behind you. Maybe you can tell me his contact information. In this way, I can save you a lot of trouble, such as the effort I need to spend in a coma, taxi costs, etc. The most important thing is that you can continue to live. Broken fingers are always ten thousand times better than turning into corpses."

Although Zhu Jue wanted to pretend to be dizzy and let the antique store manager take him directly to find someone who was willing to pay millions to buy silver pots, the former would obviously hollow out his body in the true sense before that, so he decided to be more straightforward.

Leaving next to the rattan chair, walking steadily to the counter, taking the silver pot in the store manager's hand back, clicking the incense burner next to it and saying, "What does it do?"

"Under normal circumstances, there is no effect, but as long as you make a little fine adjustment through the internal mechanism, you can fall into a coma after inhaling a certain amount... Why don't you faint?"

Even with the pain of heartbreak, the store manager still wants to know that his secret fog that is always invincible will suddenly fail.

"Sir, you say it's a certain amount. I'm afraid you're targeting the dosage set by adults. You haven't thought that even the physiques between adults are different."

Turning the incandescent lamp and letting it completely shine to the store manager probably has no possible recovery except for changing it to a prosthetic body. Zhu Jue said with a sound,

"So it's difficult for an old guy like you to survive in this dangerous society. Why can't you learn the truth you know clearly?"

It feels bad to be educated with what I just said, but the store manager opened his mouth and finally couldn't say anything refuted.

......

Ten o'clock in the evening

It's still an old-time antique shop.

The well-preserved classic record machine plays songs with a husky texture. The surrounding wall lights emit a beige warm light, reflecting on the surrounding antiques, which looks very beautiful.

Zhu Jue lay on a rattan chair and sipped tea, looking at the night view of Watson District outside. As he vaguely shook his head, the wind chime shrank in his arms, his four claws wrapped around his thighs, and a piece of jerky was chewing in his mouth.

"Mr. Zhu, the underground market should be open. Let's go and have a look?"

As the owner of the antique shop, even though his fingers were crushed into a ball of meat paste, the store manager still put on a glove to continue serving the customers.

"lead the way."

Zhu Jue glanced up at the store manager, stood up and said.

According to the store manager, the buyer who sought to buy silver pots and their holders gave them the antique dealers an address located in the underground market in Watson District. As long as you gain something, you can come to your door directly, pay the money and deliver the goods in the first place.

Zhu Jue naturally would not leave after taking the address, but instead stayed in the antique store until now, and asked the store manager to take him there in person.

"Just take me to find someone, you will be safe, so you must work hard."

Leaving the building where the antique shop is located, Zhu Jue looked at the crowd passing by on the street, put his palm on the manager's shoulder and pinched it, and said in a deep voice.

"If the other party is not here..."

The store manager, who was pinched on his shoulder, subconsciously remembered the pain when his finger was crushed just now. His body trembled and he turned around and said with a bitter taste.

"Of course I'm sending you to the original owner of the antiques in my shop. Is this answer difficult to guess?"

He increased the strength of his palm and staggered the store manager walking in front of him. Zhu Jue stated a fact lightly.

"Don't worry, even if he is not here, I will try my best to find him!"

All the words are over, what else can I say?

Passing through the door with plastic panels hanging in the alley, Zhu Jue followed the store manager and swept his eyes over the shop on the ground floor.

On the right is a red light area, the signs at the door are almost all ambiguous pink, and the ones who are visiting customers are also exposed-dressed girls.

On the left is a dozen smoke-filled restaurants with dilapidated shops, and more than a dozen pale-faced and thin people lie or sit there and suck the clouds and smog.

Zhu Jue looked around in surprise. He knew that sex and drugs must be indispensable in places like underground markets, but only these shops can be called markets?

Fortunately, the antique store manager did not stop, but took Zhu Jue to walk straight along the corridor, and finally stood in a large elevator at the end of the corridor. The latter's sight was subconscious and the floor on the right side of the door showed signs...

On the ground, underground?

"Hey, why can you hear the sound of the subway train just two floors?"

When Zhu Jue came over, he thought that the underground market in Shuguang City was similar to those on the ground, and should be divided into floors, but the lift signs seen in front of him and the rumbling sound of the train running in his ear made him frown.

"You're going to Watson District for the first time?"

The store manager asked Zhu Jue's question in a while.

"Does this have anything to do with me going to the underground market?"

"Please forgive my offense. You may not know that we are now taking a special train to the underground market. This is a station entrance, and the shops above are just for cover."

Realizing that Zhu Jue was coming for the first time, the store manager immediately understood his doubts and quickly explained.

“Is it so high-end?”

What emerged in Zhu Jue's mind was a subway train running vertically downward...

This device is a bit too strange.
Chapter completed!