In the depths of the giant's belly, Jiang Chen found a secluded space behind a wall of hardened dark red flesh.
After collecting the spirit stones from the three terrified stall owners, Jiang Chen had orchestrated another public act from his four clones before quietly retreating.
To the eyes of the many cultivators in the background, Jiang Chen appeared to be a formidable young master of a hidden force who was being secretly protected by powerful seniors.
This elaborate facade of having a backing force was not merely a tool to extort the stall owners. It was a carefully calculated deterrent against the swarm of eyes that had been secretly tracking his movements, cultivators hiding in the dark and waiting to ambush him when the Black Market's closing time approached.
Even without sensing these attackers, it was simple for Jiang Chen to foresee such a plan because he understood the hearts of men with mirror like clarity.
Birds die for food and humans die for wealth.
