It’s hard to imagine a Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall being on par with the Demon Star Gang.
If the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall really had this kind of strength, it would have become famous in the surrounding major cities long ago.
"The door is open, let’s go mine the ores." Fluo didn’t bother to explain. He and Abner were purely in a business relationship, and as for the secret of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, it was enough for him alone to know.
After speaking, Fluo got into the car, and Abner had no choice but to lead the way into Red Moon Mountain.
On the way through Red Moon Mountain, Fluo and Abner looked out the car window and couldn’t help but be astonished by the scene before them.
Along the mountain road, there were vagabonds from various tribes, numbering more than five thousand. Halfway up the mountain at a wide area was a flat storage and transport zone specifically created by the Cyan Sparrow Gang and White Feather Gang for mining energy ore, but now it was filled with many buildings.
Though these buildings varied in size, there were over a hundred by a quick count, and in addition there were numerous small stalls with tents along the roadside where vagabonds from different tribes were hawking their wares, creating a bustling scene that resembled a town marketplace.
"How dare the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall?!"
Upon seeing this vast area, the words "transit market" immediately sprang to Abner’s mind, filling him with disbelief.
A transit market is a dream for many major wild gangs, even in Chasing Light City and Ten Thousand Stars City.
But apart from towns officially established by cities, no wild gang could establish a transit market even if they risked their lives.
This wasn’t just about not having the strength to maintain the market’s security, but mainly due to pressure from various city outskirts gangs. If a wild gang dared to create a transit market outside the city, the outskirts gangs need only refuse cooperation, leaving no business or trade from the city outskirts, and the market would naturally fail.
At that point, the goods collected from smuggling vagabonds or other city convoys would end up worthless, and without funding, it would be impossible to buy the good stuff from the vagabonds, leaving only some stall fees as profit.
And to maintain the market’s safety, a large number of experts would need to be stationed permanently, but the stall fees wouldn’t be enough to pay their wages, leading to a predictable outcome.
On the contrary, creating a transit market without making money would quickly offend the major outskirts gangs, making it a losing proposition.
"Fluo, this new friend of yours is really crazy, daring to establish a transit market, aren’t they afraid of offending those gangs in the outskirts of Chasing Light City?" Abner, both envious and puzzled, couldn’t help but ask Fluo, wondering how the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall dared to do this.
And just as Abner was asking, a path suddenly opened up on the crowded street, as if Moses had parted the sea, with the vagabonds willingly making way.
Then a group of individuals wearing deep gray long-sleeved T-shirts, each carrying a whole bag of energy ore, ran quickly down the cleared path. They deposited the energy ore into the Martial Arts Hall’s large storage warehouse, and then hurried back to the mines to continue digging.
As these individuals entered the mines, the streets returned to normal, as if those individuals had never appeared, with the vendors resuming their hawking. This update is available on ⓝovelFire.net
"This... this... how could it be possible!"
"Aren’t those advanced apprentices?"
"The Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall actually has advanced apprentices mining?!"
Standing on the street, Abner looked at the disappearing figures into the mines, his mouth forming an ’O,’ completely unable to comprehend what kind of force the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall was.