Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 1400: 1400: Encountering an Acquaintance

Chapter 1400: Chapter 1400: Encountering an Acquaintance

Key mber of Bead Pulse, Devlin, personally brought the Divine Dragon Tripod to the outskirts of Swimming City to the Unbeatable Divine Hall, to have a secret talk with the War God.

This highly confidential news unexpectedly spread in Swimming City by the evening.

Suddenly.

Swimming City, which had not yet cald down from the explosion turmoil in Cow Town, stirred up huge waves again!

Even though the City Lord’s Mansion bolstered its forces in an attempt to lock down Swimming City, many factions and organizations still managed to escape the city through secret passages and certain loopholes!

Frantically searching for Unbeatable Divine Hall.

Nonetheless.

The person Isabella Warm missed most and hoped to be the first to hear the news after it was released, was currently in Ghost Market.

Approaching evening, Ghost Market suddenly announced it would proceed as scheduled.

This excited many people imnsely.

Many who possessed valuable treasures risked more by delaying their entry into Ghost Market by a day.

Julius Reed left Righteous Mansion, wearing a black veil, and alone walked through the Golden Avenue to the entrance of Ghost Market.

In his early years, he had visited once.

But coming back now, he could distinctly feel the changes in Ghost Market.

The Golden Avenue is forty ters wide.

Yet when the road ends and the entrance to Ghost Market appears—

This passage had actually beco three hundred ters wide!

The Ghost Market, occupying about one-eighth of the total area of Swimming City, has precisely one hundred and thirty entrances.

At every entrance, there are Ghost Market mbers dressed in black checking everyone.

The checking process is very simple.

The city of sin.

No questions asked regarding identity.

But things like bombs are still prohibited from bringing in.

Ghost Market doesn’t fear weapons, just large-scale lethal weapons.

The sky had just darkened.

The gates to Ghost Market had been opened for less than five minutes.

Yet in front of Julius Reed, there was already a queue of a thousand people.

Not many locals, only about one-third.

The majority are from out of town.

So co carrying treasures, eager to offload them.

So are buyers, hoping to find the items they need here.

Ghost Market has its rules.

Before these treasures co in, regardless of their origin, once they enter Ghost Market, they count as new items.

The original owners cannot reclaim them, and sellers must not disclose secrets.

Otherwise, Ghost Market has special enforcent squads for assassination tasks.

Many people who sold items were caught by the original owners, subjected to severe torture, and were forced to admit that the items were sold at Ghost Market.

The next day, both the original owners and sellers were killed.

Ghost Market has built its prestigious reputation with the blood of those who violate the rules!This place has also beco the safest place in the whole world.

Even though Lord Ghost Seven takes a thirty percent commission!

People are still willing to conduct transactions here.

The check is fast, almost just walking in line.

If there’s anything that can’t be brought in, a Ghost Market mber will take them aside for a thorough check.

Julius Reed stood at gate number seven, empty-handed, looking around.

“Brother, what are you holding there?”

In front of him was a fat man, holding a cloth bag.

Inside the cloth bag, there seed to be a spherical object.

“Don’t you know the rules!”

The fat man said irritably, and at the sa ti, made a throat-slitting gesture!

The look in his eyes was fierce!

No sheep here!

But who is Julius Reed?

An old rogue.

When it cos to ruthlessness, he has never feared anyone.

“Rules?”

Julius Reed tucked his hands into his sleeves, pretending to clutch a hidden weapons box, and pressed it against the fat man’s head: “Shall I teach you the rules?”

“You…” The fat man’s body twitched, then very calmly said: “Brother, dare to kill soone on Lord Ghost Seven’s territory, are you seeking death? Believe it or not, with one shout from , you’ll lose your life right here!”

Ghost Market rules, no fighting allowed.

Violators will be hanged at the Swimming City docks.

“Is that so?” Julius Reed chuckled lightly and nodded towards the entrance: “We haven’t even entered Ghost Market yet. Here in Swimming City, if I kill you, what can you do?”

“This…” The fat man’s face changed drastically, but then he switched to a smile: “Bro, we’re both from the sa path, let’s not be like this. You ask, I answer.”

He picked up a bag, carefully saying: “This here is a human head. You know Ghost Market, anything can be traded here. Soone offered a high price for this person’s head. I killed him and brought it here to make money.”

“Oh? You have quite the nerve, huh? Just so poor sap who got ambushed by you.” Julius Reed put his hands down, folding them in front of him.

This fat man wasn’t very capable, likely only good for sneak attacks.

“This guy writes novels, na is *Chang Tian. Updates are slow, readers are impatient, so they paid for his head.” The fat man explained awkwardly.

He wasn’t new, he often ca to Ghost Market.

Originally the fat man was a mber of a cri syndicate, but due to an upset stomach, he was a few minutes late to join the gang.

After encountering Julius Reed, he had intended to act tough, but didn’t expect the other party to be tougher.

He directly pulled out a hidden weapons box!

“What are you doing! Be quiet!”

Just then, a patrol officer walked by, frustrated, and ca over to the two n.

Everyone in line was very conscious, only these two were whispering to each other.

“Sir, this bastard threatened with a hidden weapons box! He wants to steal the things in my bag!”

The fat man quickly spun his eyes and reported: “You need to uphold justice for !”

“Really?”

The patrol officer waved his hand, and many Ghost Market mbers imdiately walked over from behind.

While the fat man looked at Julius Reed with a smug face, his eyes full of provocation, as if saying, see how you’re going to handle this!

“Hidden weapons box, hand it over. I don’t care who you are, standing here in line ans you’re set to enter Ghost Market, and must follow the rules of Ghost Market!”

Having finished speaking, the patrol officer pulled out a weapon from his waist.

“You don’t follow the rules, I’ll chop off one hand.”

Having spoken, a mber of Ghost Market pulled out a knife.

“I don’t have a hidden weapons box, how could I threaten him?” Julius Reed spread his hands, looking very helpless: “This is a false accusation.”

“Search!”

The patrol officer frowned and imdiately ordered his n to search.

“Boss, no hidden weapons box!” the Ghost Market mbers reported after searching, spreading their hands: “Just a sword and a thermos.”

Smack!

As soon as the words were spoken, the Ghost Market patrol officer slapped the fat man, flipping him onto the ground!

“Damn! Even daring to trick ? Beat him!”

Having said that, he strode away.

And the Ghost Market mbers sward up, continuously punching and kicking.

“It’s true… Ouch! I didn’t… really didn’t lie!”

Until Julius Reed walked into Ghost Market, he could still hear the fat man’s screams.

After the dark willows, a bright flower scene.

This was the phrase that best matched Julius Reed’s feelings after walking into Ghost Market.

Above his head, tempered glass.

The glass was illuminated by large lamps that made Ghost Market as bright as daylight.

No matter the weather, it’s always peaceful inside Ghost Market.

In front were rows of stalls, clearly marked, divided into eighteen major zones and fifty-four subzones.

At a glance, there were tens of thousands of stalls.

For those entering, finding what they needed was very simple.

Further inside, there were shops run by rchants.

The slots for these shops were limited, and the rent was exorbitantly high.

Any organization that rented a shop had astonishing profits.

Many shops had already begun doing business, and there were already quite a few people standing at the external counters.

But the most central position was surprisingly crowded with people.

Where there are people, there is excitent.

Julius Reed stepped forward, walking toward the crowd.

As he approached, he unexpectedly discovered that the center was a small square.

And in the center of the square, two people were hanging.

Baylor Davenport, Solaris Grove.