Mo Ying walked toward the window and pulled the curtain slightly, letting Lin Xu see the large open space below. The view made her eyes widen.
People filled the seats all around the stage, whispering and laughing behind their masks. The air felt heavy, strange, and dark.
"What is this place?" Lin Xu asked again, her voice low but filled with unease.
Mo Ying looked at her, his tone calm but serious this time. "This," he said, "is the black market."
Her eyes widened. "Black market?"
He nodded slowly. "Deals are made here—things that can't be done openly. It's not just about money… sometimes it's about people."
Before Lin Xu could question further, a loud voice suddenly echoed through the entire pavilion.
"Welcome, honored guests!" the man's voice boomed, filled with excitement.
Everyone's attention turned to the stage below. A tall man dressed in red stood at the center, holding a long fan in his hand. He smiled broadly, his voice carrying easily across the hall.
