The air within the giant's belly trembled as blades slid from scabbards in harsh succession. The metallic chorus rang through the fleshy passage while curses rained down upon Jiang Chen like stones cast into a bottomless pit.
"You dare block this path alone. Do you think you are some king of the underworld?"
"This is the Black Market, not your uncle's bedroom. Who gave you the courage to act wild here?"
"One hundred spirit stones!? I could buy a dozen tight virgins for that price! You must be fucking insane!"
"Out of my way, you worthless dog, unless you're tired of living!"
Jiang Chen did not make a single sound in response. He stood between his two carved lines like a statue of cold jade, his gaze as tranquil as a mountain lake in winter.
His silent indifference was more insulting than any retort. The more they tried, the more it felt like stray dogs barking outside a sealed sect gate.
