Chen Yang stared intently at the man in the black robe.
"I have no intention of selling."
"Three pieces, that's the bottom price."
Upon hearing Chen Yang's refusal, the figure hesitated not at all to offer three pieces of low-grade Spirit Stones.
This made Lisa involuntarily gasp; three pieces were equivalent to her salary for three months!
If it were her, she would definitely agree.
But alas, the man in black was dealing with Chen Yang.
He had no interest whatsoever in low-grade Spirit Stones, so without a doubt, he shook his head and refused again.
"Not selling even for three pieces; I need them myself."
After speaking, he ignored the man in the black robe.
He stepped forward to walk away.
But just as he took a step, a hand suddenly blocked his chest.
"Young man, this is the black market, don't be too greedy, or you might invite unnecessary trouble."
The man in black seemed to have lost his patience, his voice becoming rougher, sounding creepy to the ear.
