Around eight in the evening, Mo Yan put the three little ones back into the pokeball. He took the windfall that needed to be dealt with and went to a more remote suburb.
At this time, Mo Yan was completely different. Changing his height was more troublesome, but his appearance and body shape were no longer the same.
His broad shoulders, fat waist, and short body made him look like a greasy uncle. However, Mo Yan was quite satisfied with this. A child's body was too thin, so it was easy to see through his disguise. He had no choice but to fatten himself up.
The underground market was not underground, but rather an abandoned factory in Lucky Flower City. When night fell, the place would become lively. The night snack and dance hall would be bustling with activity, while the trading area would be cold and cheerless.
Mo Yan knew that the outside was just a smokescreen. He looked around at the temporary shops and saw the signs. After identifying one of them, Mo Yan directly walked in.
There was no one inside the shop, and the small door that led to the back was lightly closed. After entering, he walked through a completely dark path and arrived at the underground market.
The underground market was not dirty and messy at all. The bright neon lights illuminated the entire place as if it was daytime.
The shops on both sides did not have any names. Mo Yan chose a relatively remote shop. After walking in, he found that there were all kinds of items that elves could use. He couldn't tell if they were good or bad, but there were a lot of them.
"Black glasses?" Mo Yan found an elven item that had the same effect as the Curse Symbol. He couldn't help but become interested.
"Brother, black eyes, they can increase the power of evil skills. Are you interested?" The boss was a little surprised. It was actually a five or six year old youth who spoke very warmly.
"Boss, how much is this thing?" Mo Yan pretended to be a greasy uncle and asked. At the same time, he didn't forget to check if the black glasses had any missing parts.
"It's a fixed price of five hundred thousand Alliance coins." The youth didn't care about Mo Yan's expression and replied very confidently.
"Five hundred thousand? Are you robbing me? I don't even know if this thing is real or not! " Greasy Mo Yan immediately clamored, causing a customer who wanted to enter to hesitate for a moment before turning around to look for another shop.
"You … You're talking about a precious elf item. The lowest price is 500,000. This is a rare pair of black glasses. If it weren't for the fact that evil elves are very rare in the city, I wouldn't have sold it at such a low price!"
Seeing the other party's agitated rebuttal and loud questioning, Mo Yan was no longer in a hurry. The price of 500,000 was indeed low, and it was precisely because it was low that people were suspicious.
What followed was a round of haggling. In the end, Mo Yan noticed that the black glasses were chipped. Grasping this problem, he forced the price down to 450,000 yuan, which was the limit.
"Help me pack it up, your side …" Moe said hesitantly as he transferred the money.
"What is it? Are there any scraps that have been eliminated? " The young man tacitly continued the conversation. There were actually very few people who came to the underground market to buy things. Most of them came to sell things.
"There are indeed some things that we don't need. Do you accept special pokeballs and high-grade energy cubes?"
"Keep! Why don't you accept them! "
Mo Yan saw that it was about time. He looked left and right, then pointed at his backpack. The young man immediately understood and led him to an independent negotiation room.
"Take a look. There are quite a lot of things inside. I didn't organize them because I thought it was too troublesome."
"Alright, I'll take care of it here. You can just sit here," the young man said as he took things out of his backpack.
A few minutes later, the young man took out a calculator and tapped on it for a while. Finally, he gave Mo Yan the final number.
"730,000?" Mo Yan rubbed his protruding belly and remained silent. He had roughly estimated the value of these things. They were probably worth around 1,000,000 yuan. However, it was a matter of principle to take 30% of the black market.
"Alright, but I'll add two more things. Give me 1,000,000 yuan!" Mo Yan took out two elven illustrations from somewhere and placed them on the table. His expression was unquestionable.
"Elven illustrations?" The young man's voice was a little shaky. He suddenly didn't dare to look directly at Mo Yan. This was the tricky thing.
"What, you don't dare to take it?"
"I'll take it. Why wouldn't I take it? 1,000,000 yuan in cash or by transfer? "The young man gritted his teeth and directly pulled out the illustrations.
To ordinary people, these illustrations were just a machine. However, to many underground organizations and private research institutes, they were very good research objects.
"Cash."
It was impossible to transfer the money. That would leave too many loopholes. With the existence of his spatial backpack, another 1,000,000 yuan was a piece of cake.
After taking the 1,000,000 yuan, Mo Yan didn't hesitate and directly left the place. The moonlit Forest was a good place to rob.
As soon as Mo Yan left the downtown area, he immediately discovered that at least three groups of people were following him. A trace of disdain appeared in the corner of his mouth. Mo Yan directly released Zoroar and Ghost Stone.
Zoroar transformed into his current appearance and crazily ran in the other direction, causing a wave of shock.
Ghost Stone laughed sinisterly and disappeared in the blink of an eye. One of the groups had unknowingly fallen into a hypnotic state.
There was only one group left, and Mo Yan didn't want to be entangled with them. The three little ones' strength was very average, and they couldn't be mischievous. They needed to temporarily hide their strength.
In addition, if it wasn't someone he had to kill, Mo Yan didn't want to be stained with too much blood in this life. After a few twists and turns, he got rid of them. His escape skills were maxed out.
"Ku Suo!"
"Jie Jie Jie Jie ~"
"You've worked hard. Let's go back and eat more!" After putting the two heroes back into the pokeball, Mo Yan walked around and quietly returned to his room. After tidying up and feeding them supper, Mo Yan quietly meditated for two hours. The sky was bright.
After putting on a new backpack that he had already bought, Mo Yan was like a trainer who had just come out for a trip. After buying a lot of things in Lucky Flower City, he leisurely rushed to the next town.
Once again entering the Forest, Mo Yan took out the three pokeballs that he had previously collected. First, he released the only ordinary high-level pangolin.
"Squeak?"
When the pangolin didn't see its master and instead saw a stranger, it couldn't help but be on guard.
"Your master …" Mo Yan didn't want to draw hatred for himself. He only said that its master had died for unknown reasons and that he was a good person and released it.
"Squeak …" Although the pangolin was very confused, it still couldn't help but look at the pokeball that imprisoned it. Mo Yan understood and threw it over.
"Crack!"
With a single strike, the pokeball split in two. Mo Yan was somewhat puzzled. That middle-aged man was so evil that he didn't have a sprite protecting him?
After releasing the Arabian Flower, he still didn't hesitate to shatter the pokeball and leave. Only when the Large-Mouthed Sparrow came out did the situation change.
"Screech!" The Large-Mouthed Sparrow was abnormally ferocious. It didn't give Mo Yan a chance to explain and immediately pounced over. And then … it was sucked back into the pokeball.
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