"Brother Fang, where are you? I'm done here." Fang Jueyu had just left Tiram's territory when Natu happened to send him a message.
"Oh, I'm near the Duel Arena in the black market. I'm waiting for you by that black building," Fang Jueyu said.
"The black building? You didn't run over to that guy Tiram, did you?" Natu's voice sounded a bit tense. He was considered half a local on this Morael home planet, and in this black market, Tiram was notoriously shady and often pulled double-crossing stunts.
But due to Tiram's unfathomable background and the fact that he was often protected by several Divine Ability User bodyguards, no one dared to mess with him. Only those with equally deep backgrounds dared to do business with him.
Actually, Natu could have gone to Tiram to buy that batch of slaves. With his background, he wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to deal with such people, so he was willing to waste some time to gather 500 slaves from other merchants instead.
