After the transaction was completed, the shopkeeper also breathed a sigh of relief and took a deep look at Fang Yang, before handing over the two black market tokens to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang was a little uncomfortable when he was looked at, and said in his heart, what kind of eyes are you?

What he didn't know was that the shopkeeper remembered him at once.

This young man looks like a stupid son of a landlord, who dares to throw any money into it, asks for any information and then gives money, but whoever wants to say that this kid is a real fool, the shopkeeper will definitely slap him a few times!

How many times can a fool me in, and how can a fool calculate me again and again?

It's all a fool's words, so am I more than a fool?

......

Fang Yang held two black market tokens in his hands, and he felt much more relieved.

So much useful information at once. The next step was a big help for his trip, at least he didn't have to try his luck again.

The information from this purchase not only helped him fully understand how the city's system works, but also helped him identify two near-term goals.

The first is to successfully snipe Li Pulang and complete the A-level bounty mission at the top of the rankings.

Of course, this is full of accidents, if the one percent or even one thousandth possibility is bumped into by Fang Yang, it is not Li Pulang who bought the neurotoxin at all, then Fang Yang can only work in vain in the end, and the bamboo basket is empty.

The second is to sign up for the free race and successfully get the rankings, if you can make a name for yourself, it would be great.

However, this near-term goal is a bit too big and seems a little unrealistic.

After all, he'd only been in Night City for a long time, and he was thinking about winning the free race, and if the shopkeeper just now knew about it, he would definitely think that he had lost his mind.

Not to mention that there is less than a month left before the free racing competition, has Fang Yang been fully prepared in such a short time.

There are also so many cultivators of big forces and big groups, as well as those dock gangsters who will do whatever it takes, they can do all the tricks.

The most important thing is that it is also the one who puts the most pressure on Fang Yang, it is still the small number of martial artists, after all, the enemy who knows him best is the most dangerous, although this trial may not be an enemy, but it is enough to be a competitor.

He didn't think he was the only one who thought of going to the free race, and he didn't even believe it.

At that time, there would have been enough competitors, hundreds or thousands of martial artists, or martial artists who were familiar with their own fighting methods, plus in this universe world, Fang Yang still had a lot of hole cards that he couldn't show, so he felt that this goal was a little unrealistic.

However, with these goals, at least Fang Yang would not be bumping into each other without a clue, he had his own goals and directions.

"Target! Underground Black Market!"

Fang Yang's eyes were sharp, and he looked at a black moat from afar, some turbid, a lot of garbage was scattered, a large amount of industrial excrement flowed out of the central city, constantly rushing to the docks in the old city, grease, chemicals, waste metal, etc., it was more like a moat than a moat that was difficult to see the edge, but a lake full of industrial pollution,

The area is too large, and it is bottomless, as if there is a bottomless abyss connected to the underground!

This is the insurmountable gap between the old city and the central city, and it is also a thunder pool that is difficult to cross.

No one has ever swam from the pier in the Old Town to the other side, to the edge of the city in the heart of the city.

There's a day and night patrol of the Chogonomics to kill the uninvited visitors from the Old Town, and of course, the outcasts abandoned by the Central City.

This is also why those people on the dock were all stunned when they saw Fang Yang that day, because they hadn't seen anyone swimming from the central city for a long time.

But they didn't think that Fang Yang was an outcast in the central city, because no one could swim from the central city unharmed, they only felt that Fang Yang was a speculator who wanted to enter the central city, but after discovering that he sensed the danger, he had to swim back immediately.

This time, however, Fang Yang's goal was not a moat across the old city and the central city, but a sewer in front of the moat.

It was a buffer zone between the moat and the old town, so that a large amount of industrial waste would not accumulate and flood the docks, but the sewers were only available in a few densely populated docks with many ships, and were apparently controlled by the powerful forces.

Filthy and damp, with sewers littered with garbage and metal waste, and even a few sets of weathered bones, the pollution here has made snakes, insects, rats and ants extinct.

Or that there is no snake, insect rat and ant problem in the old city, even the humans living here have to replace artificial metal modified organs or various prosthetic limbs because of unimaginable industrial pollution, not to mention those underground animals whose species level is far inferior to humans, and there may not be a living creature other than humans on hundreds of streets, making the city even more mechanical and cold, and there are also modified mechanical dogs and the like.

But it's very rare, people here are even difficult to survive on their own, how can they still have the leisure and leisure of pets, most of those mechanical dogs are also war pets, vicious dogs with fangs!

It was hard for anyone to imagine that this was the entrance to the underground black market, and if the shopkeeper didn't say it, Fang Yang really couldn't find this place.

Because it's too dirty and messy here, but after thinking about it carefully, it's relieved, after all, the moat is the watershed between the central city and the old city, and there is still the shadow of the big forces in the central city behind the underground black market, there must be direct contact and contact between the two sides, and if you think about it from here, you can also understand why the underground black market is here.

A few streets away, Fang Yang smelled a mixed pungent smell drifting over with the rich industrial acid rain, which made his stomach tumble for a while.

This taste is really spicy to the eyes, making Fang Yang, a person who is used to seeing all kinds of big scenes, a little unbearable.

However, the people on the street had long been accustomed to it, and seeing Fang Yang's reaction, many people couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Fang Yang didn't want to do this, but there was no comparison, many of these people even had their lungs modified by mechanical metal, so what was there if they inhaled some industrial pollution?

There are even more ruthless prosthetic people, even the nose and mouth are mechanical metal modifications, and even the breathing can be automatically controlled, and they can't even smell the smell.

In a way, these industrial pollution have no effect on them at all.

Fang Yang didn't care about other people's opinions, frowned, pinched his nose and walked towards the underground staircase of the sewer.

It was damp and dirty, and the road ahead was still dark, and the pungent smell came after another.

Isn't it going to be a toss for people to go in from here? Isn't this a toss-up? Every time you go in, it's a painful torment, this smell, this environment, it's too sinful.