Lu Yuanbin slowly turned his head and saw Old Nine standing nearby, dressed in a cotton-padded jacket.
Old Nine was only about five feet seven, with a scar on his face, small eyes, and thin brows. The way he looked at people from the corner of his eye was especially sleazy.
He wasn't alone; he had two of his lackeys with him.
His two lackeys, on the other hand, were big and burly, looking incredibly strong.
Putting on airs like this was just Old Nine's style.
But he was, after all, one of the top figures in the black market, with no shortage of men under him.
A fake smile appeared on Lu Yuanbin's face.
"Mr. Jiu, are you here to buy something too? You'd better hurry. The stalls will be closing up soon."
As he spoke, he shifted his body to the side, completely blocking Gu Jiaojiao from view.
Old Nine had been watching for a moment and had caught a glimpse of Gu Jiaojiao's profile.
