Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1481 - 1427: Is That So

When Lin Mo arrived at the ninety-eighth floor, he finally understood that the so-called freedom trading center the elder spoke of was actually a marketplace for transactions between customers. Although the Wanwu Pavilion housed many treasures, sometimes the acquisition prices didn't satisfy sellers, so they provided a platform for customers to trade freely. Of course, the Pavilion charged a certain fee.

"Earth-grade Meteorite Iron, if there isn't a spaceship needing it, is indeed hard to sell."

Lin Mo sighed inwardly and, after paying a painful fee, entered the ninety-eighth floor. The transaction fee was universally 10 soul coins, regardless of whether you were a buyer or a seller.

Once he entered the ninety-eighth floor, Lin Mo didn't hurry to take out the 'Earth-grade' Meteorite Iron; instead, he posed as a buyer, passing in front of various stalls to see if there was anything he needed. If he could find what he was looking for here, he wouldn't have to attend the auction. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After wandering around, Lin Mo was quite disappointed. Indeed, the marketplace had some precious and rare items, but they were of no use to him at the moment.

"It seems that I still need to go to the auction if I want to buy Thunder Fruit." Lin Mo said inwardly to himself, then found an empty spot, sat down cross-legged like the others, and placed the Space Ring in front of him, removing the prohibition on it.

This marketplace trade doesn't involve shouting or calling out; simply sweep the Space Ring, and the buyer knows what's inside, then the bargaining begins.

The Earth-grade Meteorite Iron wasn't large, weighing around a ton. Placed inside the huge spaceship, it seemed rather insignificant and could at most be mixed with other Fine Iron to increase its hardness. To use Earth-grade Meteorite Iron to refine a complete spaceship would consume unknown amounts of soul coins, a figure likely to be an astronomical number.

Lin Mo closed his eyes and slowly began cultivating, not caring whether anyone came to inquire about the Earth-grade Meteorite Iron. This treasure, although not the top-tier item here, could at least be considered high-level; hence, those with the purchasing power to buy it were relatively few.

After a full three hours, hundreds of Divine Thoughts swept over the Space Ring, but not one person asked about the price.

In the fourth hour, three figures wearing black robes, hiding their aura and strength, came to his stall. Judging by their physique, they should be three adult men.

"Oh, it's actually Earth-grade Meteorite Iron, though it's of low-grade quality. Still, it's quite nice to find it here!"

One man standing to the right with hands clasped behind his back mused, looking like he wasn't the leader of this group.

The leader's eyes scanned Lin Mo briefly, then said, "I'll buy this Low-level Meteorite Iron for eighty thousand soul coins!"

"A hundred thousand."

Lin Mo raised his head, slowly opening his eyes, and said plainly.

"The number of people who can make use of this Earth-grade Meteorite Iron is limited. Even if you left it here to sell, it probably wouldn't sell. I'm offering you eighty thousand soul coins, which is a decent price. Don't be ungrateful." The leader's voice turned slightly somber, adding a chilling intent.

His words were correct, but for Lin Mo at this moment, soul coins were a highly important resource for purchasing Elixirs, treasures, even auction items, and refining magic treasures—everything required money.

A hundred thousand soul coins were the most appropriate price for Earth-grade Meteorite Iron.

Seeing Lin Mo's silence, another black-robed man said sternly, "Boy, do you know who is standing before you? He's Young Master Duanmu from the Duanmu Family. Offering eighty thousand soul coins for your Earth-grade Meteorite Iron is quite generous. Selling to the Duanmu Family only brings you benefits, not harm."

Though his words were gentle, there was an unmistakable hint of threat in the language.

"Duanmu Family?" Lin Mo murmured to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Being threatened was an unpleasant feeling.

Just then, another figure approached from the side, stopping in front of Lin Mo's stall too. Carried on the breeze was a faint fragrance that entered the nostrils, suggesting from the figure that it seemed to be a woman.

"How much is this Earth-grade Meteorite Iron?" The newcomer softly spoke, her voice having a special kind of charm, gentle and pleasing, though it carried a slight coldness, seemingly intrinsic to her nature.

"A hundred thousand soul coins."

Lin Mo responded.

"Okay, I'll take it." The figure said, directly tossing out a Space Ring. With a grasp of her palm, she pulled Lin Mo's Space Ring into her hand.

Lin Mo was momentarily stunned, not expecting to actually come across someone wealthy. Indeed, the Space Ring thrown over by the woman contained a hundred thousand soul coins, as well as a black crystal-like card.

"If you have more materials for spaceship use in the future, you can contact me." With the Space Ring secured, the woman didn't linger, leaving a voice behind as she drifted through the crowd like a butterfly, disappearing into the sea of people.

"Heh, interesting."

Lin Mo stored the Space Ring safely, grinning broadly, and planned to leave.

At this moment, two figures blocked his path, stopping him.

"What's this supposed to mean, gentlemen?" Lin Mo squinted slightly, a cold glint flashing in his pupils.

"Young Master Duanmu wanted that item, yet you dared sell it to someone else. Are you planning not to get along?" One of them said in a frigid voice, staring fiercely.

Looking at the two blocking his way, the young master with the surname Duanmu stood quietly aside, yet there was a hint of anger in his gaze.

"When trading items, the highest bidder wins. Young Master from the Duanmu Family seems to be bullying a small fry like me, unable even to fork out a hundred thousand soul coins?" Lin Mo sneered, casting a cold glance at the young master.

Upon hearing this, the two men in front of Lin Mo immediately clenched their fists, evidently enraged by his words.

"Well, well, a sharp-tongued one. Let him pass." At this point, the young master Duanmu gritted his teeth and spoke coldly. Here, private fights are prohibited, and even he, being from the Duanmu Family, dared not easily break the rules of Wanwu Pavilion.

"Humph!"

Only then did the two men in Lin Mo's way make room, their gazes still sharply fixed on him.

Lin Mo had no time to bother with these three; he slipped through and prepared to merge into the crowd to leave.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, from behind came the sound of wind. Lin Mo's eyes flashed with coldness, he turned and struck with his palm, clashing with the assailant's palm in a dull sound.

"Boy, if you try to survive in Dayan City after offending the Duanmu Family, you'll face no good outcome." The attacker was a guard by Young Master Duanmu's side.