Chapter 200: Putting a Dog Chain on Disaster? Welcome to the Sinful Gold‑Selling Den!

Night Color Bar was as black as ink, and beneath Jin City's glittering surface, hidden currents surged wildly.

Jin Mao Building.

This landmark building, immaculate in its daytime attire.

Only when night fell would it bare its ferocious fangs.

The Ying Long slipped like a silent fish into the shadowed nook behind the building.

Inside the car, the ceiling light was dim, the atmosphere ambiguous yet oppressive.

Su Ming turned off the engine and fished out two masks.

It wasn't the Myth‑level Mortal White Face that could warp reality.

Nor was it the Jing mask representing vengeance.

Just two cheap plastic shells from a roadside toy shop, five yuan each.

One Fox Mask, one smiling face.

"Put it on."

Su Ming fastened the Fox Mask onto himself.

He flipped the laughing mask, printed with a comical blush, onto the co‑driver's thigh.

Magu pinched a corner of the mask with two fingers, her willow brows slightly furrowed, her eyes full of resistance.

"King… this is just too ugly."

"And the plastic smell is harsh; it'll ruin someone's makeup…"

She leaned forward, trying to act coquettish.

However.

Su Ming didn't even lift an eyelid, his tone flat.

"I told you, put it on."

No discussion, no explanation.

Just a cold, repeated command.

The air in the cabin instantly dropped to freezing.

Magu's body trembled, the coquettish charm vanishing completely.

She knew this man's temper all too well…

Seeming gentle, yet truly a capricious, uncompromising tyrant!

"Alright~"

Magu's mask‑changing speed rivaled the art of Sichuan opera.

One second full of disdain, the next her eyes fluttered like silk.

"Though it's a bit ugly…"

"But as long as it's a gift from the King, even a collar, I'll wear it happily~"

Saying that, she didn't hesitate and snapped the comical smiling mask onto her face.

Only her soul‑capturing eyes were visible, creating a bizarre visual contrast with the goofy grin.

Su Ming said nothing, merely using the pause before alighting to sink his consciousness into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

Since they were here to restock, he needed to inventory the holdings first.

The newly duplicated Wood Cow, under his control, was tossed onto the Crimson Throne.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

His heartbeat sounded heavy as thunder.

But that was all.

"Not allowed?"

Su Ming clicked his tongue lightly, a hint of regret.

That's reasonable!

If feeding just a bit of waste could turn this Legendary Rank Wood Cow into nearly ten thousand bottles of Legendary Rank Source Blood…

Indeed, that's excessive!

The bug's lock is just too unreasonable!

His gaze shifted.

Su Ming looked at the Black Ground Chicken strolling beside the Crimson Throne.

It was Xiao Heizi, under the Beast Tier!

The reason he hadn't taken it out for a walk was simple.

In the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse, this item could auto‑farm upgrades, absorbing energy.

Beast·Essence Qi Siphon: autonomously absorbs any free energy or blood from heaven and earth, used to restore and strengthen itself and the remaining Dragon Tier!

Under the Eye of Truth, the red energy threads spilling around the Crimson Throne were all cheapened for this creature!

Its efficiency surpasses that of the outside world by several points!

"Let's go!"

Inventory complete, Su Ming pushed the door open and stepped out.

Magu, as if boneless, clung to Su Ming's arm, her head feigning affection as it brushed his shoulder.

Su Ming gave her a glance but didn't push her away.

In this hellish place where the three teachings and the nine streams converge, this classic "big brother brings his mistress" combination…

Yet it draws the least attention.

The two passed through a dark, damp passage and arrived at a freight elevator with no signage.

Two burly men guarding the entrance had bulging waists, clearly strapped with hard cash.

Staring at the masked pair, they didn't even lift an eyelid.

Nothing surprising.

In this era of collapsing order, of those daring to do business in the Golden House, nine out of ten don't want to show their faces.

Keeping the head hidden and the tail exposed is the survival rule here.

One of the burly men stepped forward, spreading his palm, which was covered in old calluses.

"Ticket."

His voice was hoarse, carrying the cold and blood‑stained chill of years spent skulking underground.

Su Ming said nothing, pinching a Silver Magnetic Card between two fingers and casually slapping it into the other's hand.

It wasn't the Black Gold Card that represents the highest authority.

That thing's prestige is too high, too conspicuous.

If it were swiped, the so‑called supervisor would probably slide to his knees the next second to greet them.

When he's being swarmed from front and back, how could he still make a discreet private visit?

He's here to stock up, not to inspect work.

If he scares everyone away, or locks the warehouse.

The fun of Zero Yuan Purchase would be cut in half.

The Silver Card given by Dream Butterfly has just the right level of permission—neither too high nor too low, just enough to use.

"Beep—"

The green light lit up.

"Two of you, please."

The burly man's attitude became a bit respectful; he stepped aside and pressed the elevator button.

"Ding—"

As the elevator plunged at high speed, a sense of weightlessness arrived.

When the doors opened again, it was a completely different world.

An Underground City buried deep beneath the ground!

Above the massive dome, neon lights reflected the outermost Market District in a bizarre, kaleidoscopic glow.

It appears noisy and chaotic here.

In fact, it follows the naked Jungle Order!

"Brother! Take a look—green‑quality tactical gloves! Trade for weapons of the same green quality! If it's especially good, I can even raise the price!"

"Green‑quality healing elixir! Life‑saving divine medicine! Don't compare it to those diluted fake pills outside; this one is certified by the Appraisal Device! Counterfeit pays ten times the price!"

The hawkers' cries rose and fell.

Here, no one cares whether your items have sentiment, nor does anyone listen to your tragic stories.

Only the cold, hard quality grading is the Unique truth.

Su Ming's gaze swept over the stalls.

Under the Eye of Truth, nothing can hide.

That so‑called green rare elixir is indeed of Excellent grade.

But it's a low‑quality stimulant; drinking it makes you temporarily stronger, yet it drains potential…

Trash!

As for the other items…

For him, it's equally hard to put into words.

"All junk."

Su Ming shook his head, kept his eyes steady, and, with Magu, walked through the crowded throng.

On the right side of the hall, that oddly shaped machine caught his attention.

A crowd had gathered around it.

Su Ming approached, golden light swirling deep within his pupils.

【Name】: Highly praised Quality Appraisal Device

【Quality】: Epic

【Function】: Can appraise items of Myth quality and below, providing a general description!

【Annotation】: An alchemical product of an ancient civilization, though merely a crude copy… but in the world of the blind, the one‑eyed dragon is a god!

"Yo, is there such a thing?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his mouth under the Fox Mask curling with amusement.

This thing, isn't it just a super‑censored version of his Eye of Truth?

Although it can't view Karma nor see hidden plotlines.

But even if it only appraises attributes and quality…

In this era where most people still have both eyes blackened, this is a solid Dimensional Reduction Strike!

Su Ming withdrew his gaze and looked around.

Watching the bustling crowd and the dazzling array of goods, his eyes grew increasingly excited.

"This market, actually..."

"It really is like that!"

"He!"

"Want!"