After the tenement building ambush, the turf war on Green Street temporarily subsided.

Not only did the Steam Party concede their fault and sign a truce, but more importantly, "Red Devil" Goron became a cadre of the Cross Society, responsible for covering several squads near Green Street. With such a powerful Tier 2 professional, the cost of a sneak attack would be much higher.

As for that "Scythe," the information left by the monster's memory fragments differed from human memories, vague and simple, with only the concept of turning at intersections, but without the spatial concepts of up, down, left, and right. Therefore, Suren knew how to find it from the entrance of the underground cave, but he didn't know its exact location.

Which meant that if he wanted to find it, he would have to go down to that underground cave in the tenement building again.

Without self-protection, Suren wasn't stupid enough to go down there again.

Therefore, his goal was to find a suitable alchemical implant as soon as possible.

He planned to try his luck at the black market to see if he could buy a higher-level blueprint.

Only as a last resort would he exchange the [Thousand Kill Wings] silver blueprint at the guild headquarters.

After all, exchanging that blueprint would expose the fact that his body's containment value was very high, which might attract the attention of interested parties.

Anyone with common sense knew that, without special circumstances, the higher the containment value, the higher the grade of the breathing technique.

And most high-grade breathing techniques were controlled by the top consortiums in the inner city, or even the exclusive techniques of certain large families.

Suren increasingly felt that the [Heigum Breathing Technique] that the original owner had learned was of extremely high grade and definitely couldn't be exposed.

For a short time, he still planned to be his invisible man.

...

The "Shadow Alley" black market held an auction every month at an unscheduled time.

During the auction, scavengers, mercenaries, and professional thieves gathered to sell their goods, and the black market shop owners would also bring out good things and collections they had acquired from various channels for auction, so many good things would appear.

On this day, Suren received the newly delivered *Old Lingdun Report* at the hotel.

In an inconspicuous corner, he saw a message.

[Job Posting: Greenham Printing Factory is hiring 12 workers, monthly salary of 2180 Lesso, day and night shifts...]

Translated, it meant Sunday, 12 o'clock at night. 2180 was half of the invitation code. People who frequented the black market had another code in their hands, which together made up the invitation code.

It was said that each force obtained the source of the code differently, not just the same message in the newspaper. If something really went wrong, the organizers behind the black market could follow the code to find out where the problem was.

It was worth mentioning that "cryptography" was an entry-level skill for alchemists.

The code in the newspaper was also the simplest application.

In the last era (a thousand years ago), when alchemy was brilliantly developed, alchemists would cut up knowledge and scatter it in many places in order to prevent their research results from being stolen by others, and also to conceal the secrets of certain amazing research.

Almost all the contents of the ancient alchemy scrolls that have been passed down are hidden under codes, which must be deciphered to learn the contents, with the aim of ensuring that the person who comes into contact with it is truly worthy of it.

Therefore, the phrase "one book opens another book," often mentioned by Sir Isaac, the "Alchemical Demigod," in his notes, has also become the motto of later alchemists.

...

Suren asked Kai for leave, saying he was going to the black market.

Because of their shared experiences in the tenement building, he now had an extraordinary relationship with Kai, and taking leave was very smooth.

He planned to try his luck at the auction to see if he could find a suitable implant blueprint, and also to see if he could exchange for another rune firearm.

After all, the [Three-Headed Ghost] was too recognizable. Everyone in the gang knew that it was the sidearm of the assassin "Iron Head" Ivan.

Taking the tram to the intersection of Bird Street in the North City, Suren arrived two hours early.

After observing that there were no suspicious circumstances around, he walked towards "Shadow Alley."

There was an auction tonight, so there was access control.

A small window was opened behind the iron gate, and the toll collector was a burly man with tattoos all over his hands.

Everyone who entered needed to report the invitation code and pay an entrance fee of five thousand Lesso.

He had spent five thousand before buying anything, which made Suren feel a little heartache. But this was also to prevent most of the guys who just came to watch the excitement.

Suren wasn't the first time to come to the black market, so he was already familiar with the way.

But when he came today, there were indeed many more people here than usual, most of them wearing trench coats + baseball caps to cover their faces, or hooded masks, with mysterious outfits.

Suren, wearing a deerstalker hat, was inconspicuous in the crowd.

There was no specific hall for the black market auction. It was a bit like a farmer's market in his previous life. Everyone found their own place and waited for the auction to begin.

It was still early, so Suren strolled around the narrow streets built of steel frames. He found that the original owner's "missing person notice" was still hanging on the bulletin board.

However, today, in the most conspicuous position, there was an additional red missing person notice.

"Provide information and you can get a million Lesso?"

Suren was interested in the long string of rewards, so he stopped and looked at it for a while.

The black and white photo showed a woman with delicate features and a very capable temperament, who looked like an office white-collar worker in a workplace photo. Judging from the photo, it could be seen that she had a completely different temperament from the commoners in the outer city, and should be a person from the inner city.

"This is a reward comparable to an S-class wanted criminal... What exactly did the woman in this photo do?"

Suren was puzzled and didn't stay long.

Although a million reward was very attractive, a high reward also meant high risk.

He didn't want to be a bounty hunter for a reward comparable to that of an S-class wanted criminal, even if he really encountered the target.

Suren left the bulletin board, and at this time, he happened to brush past two people wearing black trench coats.

Judging from their physique, the two seemed to be a man and a woman.

Just as Suren passed by, the man glanced sideways and muttered to his companion, "Huh... I think the guy just now felt a little familiar to me. Although he was covering his face, I'm sure I've seen him before..."

The trench coat woman said calmly, "Half of the people in the black market are wanted criminals, or have records in the organization. It's normal for you to see someone familiar. But this is not our territory, so it's best not to cause trouble."

The trench coat man withdrew his gaze and didn't think about it anymore: "Mm!"

...

At the same time, Suren, pretending not to know anything, continued to walk forward, but his face became serious, and he murmured in his heart: "Did I get noticed..."

When he brushed past those two people just now, he also felt an invisible pressure. That was the class pressure that he only felt when facing high-level professionals like cadres.

His current super-high mental power made his perception ability very keen, and also allowed him to perceive some subtle things: such as other people's gazes.

He was very sure that when he brushed past just now, the man glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"That guy should have some special identification ability to recognize something, or maybe he was just curious..."

Suren didn't think that he, with his bald head and no eyebrows, looked much like the original owner now, but in this world with extraordinary abilities, identifying people definitely wouldn't rely solely on visual recognition.

He had just become alert, but after a while, the feeling of being watched disappeared, and Suren also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that it was probably just a random glance.

He didn't linger on the street, looked at the "Rosen's Alchemy Shop" sign on the roadside, and plunged in.