Gao Fei's expression turned conspiratorial.
He lowered his voice, a trademark shrewd smile appearing on his face.
"Brother, you've come to the right person!"
He snapped his fingers, like a broker showing off his treasures.
"At East Sea Martial Arts University, if you want to get your hands on the good stuff by bypassing quotas and clearance levels, the official channels are a dead end."
"There's only one place."
"The Black Market?"
An idea sparked in Han Feng's mind.
"You got it!"
Gao Fei's eyes lit up as he began counting on his fingers, rattling off the items like a list of his own prized possessions.
"Cultivation Technique Manuals, Demon Beast Cubs, decommissioned military cybernetics, banned Genetic Potions, and all sorts of strange trinkets dug up from Ancient Ruins..."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
