Chapter 297: The Boy Called Tanimatsu (1/2)

Chapter 297: The Boy Called Tanimatsu

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The crowd was dense. One could hear loud noise and laughter here and there. Ye Chong was uncomfortable with the place. Where was this place? He looked to Old Chief Guo, the only one with experience of the Unmanned Black Market. Old Chief Guo shrugged in ignorance. He looked to Hai Lian, and found the same helpless expression.

The Sang tribe members were also uneasy. They all looked wary, like anticipating an enemy.

Hai Lian was quicker in mind. He stopped a passerby and asked, ”Hi there, may I know what this place is?”

The passerby looked at him and answered impatiently, ”It’s the Peddler Black Market, of course. Alright, let me go, I’m in a hurry.”

Hai Lian thanked him profusely.

”Peddler Black Market?” Everyone looked confused.

”Let’s have a look,” said Ye Chong. He was intrigued by the large crowd found here. Since they were not in a hurry, they might as well explore the area.

If the Unmanned Black Market was a classy black market, then this was a small low class black market. Hai Lian had heard of it before, but this was his first time visiting the place.

”This is no black market! It’s an open market!” Hai Lian felt incredulous.

The shops around them were all displaying a large volume of goods. Some shops even put their mechs right beside their store entrance. It was just too odd. All kinds of parts and items were spread out to entice their customers. It was a mess.

Ye Chong frowned. He could not understand how a dangerous and disordered place could have so many people gathering.

The streets were narrow, and the bustling crowd made it even more packed.

Just then, a young boy approached the group and asked in his childish voice, ”Do you need a guide?”

Immediately, Ye Chong and his group looked to the young boy. The Sang tribe members were too intimidating, even in their gaze. The boy paled in shock.

Ye Chong studied the young boy. He was dressed in a neat light blue shirt. It was quite worn but still clean. The boy’s large eyes looked sharp. While he looked pale, it was obvious that he was trying his best to not back down.

Ye Chong could not help but felt impressed. For a boy of around 11 or 12 years old to stand against the gaze of Sang Fan and the rest, it was an impressive feat.

Ye Chong nodded and said, ”Hmm, that sounds like a good idea.”

The boy’s eyes brightened up in encouragement. He spoke confidently, ”I’ve lived here all my life, I know every corner of the place. If you hire me, that’ll be 20 credits a day.”

Ye Chong studied the young boy intently, and the boy fidgeted nervously.

”Alright,” Ye Chong nodded, and added, ”If you don’t do a good job, we’ll fire you.”

”No problemo!” The young boy was so happy he almost leapt in joy. His initial gloominess evaporated. However, he quickly dived right into his role and tried to affect a polite attitude. ”Gentlemen, where you like to go now?”

”Let’s explore this place for now,” Ye Chong said. With him at the helm, no one else would contradict him.

”Alright!” The young boy led the way as he introduced, ”This is the Peddler Black Market. Don’t be fooled by all these low class items you see here, it’s an entirely different world further in. They usually trade in bulk here, err, meaning that they sell many many items together at once.” The boy gesticulated as he explained.

A twelve-year-old boy trying to gesticulate like an adult was too cute for his audience. Even the Sang tribe members with their awkward social manners smiled warmly at the boy.

As a woman, Sang Ling was even more enraptured by the young boy. She went to his side and bent down to ask, ”Little boy, what’s your name?”