The black market in Snake Scale City was a boiling pot of noise, teeming with people coming and going.
A delivery truck slowly pulled to a stop in front of the clothing store, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Oh, Old Deer, you're here at last!"
The Peacock Boss, who exuded an air of exquisite taste, hurried forward to greet him, his face wreathed in smiles.
A middle-aged man, bundled up so tightly that only his shrewd eyes were visible, climbed down from the truck. It was Old Deer.
He hopped down carefully, complaining, "Old Peacock, if it weren't for our decade-long friendship, I wouldn't have dared set foot in this Snake Scale City of yours."
He kept his voice low as if afraid of being overheard, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.
The Peacock Boss clapped Old Deer on the shoulder and said nonchalantly, "It's fine. As long as outsiders don't stay the night and leave before sunrise, nothing will happen."
His tone was relaxed, but Old Deer's brow remained tightly furrowed.
