Fan Jian and the others wanted to join the excitement too.
But they all knew the rules.
Here, supplies were life, and someone had to stay and watch them.
Han Feng unloaded the heavy items from his backpack.
He only took the bag of Spirit Coins and a few materials he planned to sell.
"Let's go."
Zhang Hao led Han Feng, Wang Meng, Su Yue, and Old Liu out of the stone house.
They headed toward the most magnificent hall in the very center of the palace.
The closer they got to the central hall, the more people there were.
Besides students, there were also many Social Martial Artists with bloodstained clothes.
They could even see some City Defense Army soldiers in standard-issue gear, their eyes cold and indifferent.
"That's the Trading Hall."
Zhang Hao pointed to the ten-meter-tall bronze gate ahead.
The massive gate was half-open, and the interior was brightly lit.
A roar of voices and a wave of heat poured out.
Two rows of fully-armed soldiers stood at the entrance.
