As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually receded, and people finally finished their busy day, or enjoyed the anesthesia of alcohol, or enjoyed the crook of the woman's arm, and those miserable could only enjoy their own bed, slowly falling asleep, waiting for the arrival of tomorrow.

But in some parts of Nasser City, the night is the beginning of the day, and in other places they have just woken up from their slumber and begun the most active hour of the day.

The 'Fifth District' is such a place.

The '5th arrondissement' is not the official district of Nasser City Hall, it is just a general term for the area that stretches from the Naser River in the west, to the Avenue Noir in the east, and to the northern suburbs of Nasser in the north.

The 'Fifth Arrondissement' is next to the 'City of Disorder in the Night' Radel District, and the law and order situation is no different from that of Radel, both are breeding grounds for evil, except that people inevitably think of chaos and poverty when they think of Raddel, while when they mention the Fifth Arrondissement, they inevitably think of infinite wealth.

Black wealth with a sin in it.

Wearing a cloak, a scarf, and long-tailed tiger boots over his shoulders, Charles stepped into what is known as the 'largest black market in Nasser'.

In the last few days, Byrne has not broken the spiritual power materials that have been brought over to ask Charles to 'OEM', and after Charles rushed to work overnight, he has naturally accumulated a large number of finished spiritual power potions in his hands, and now he has the face-changing artifact of 'Night Trickery', so he naturally wants to enter the black market to see if he can become a 'black market tycoon'.

"The economic base determines the course of civilization development, and it's really amazing here......."

Walking through the nameless streets of the 5th arrondissement, Charles found that there were enough street lamps to be densely populated, and all of them had turned their wicks to the maximum intensity of burning to illuminate the streets in the dark night, and the whole street was even brighter than the Champs-Études in the most prosperous street in the city of Nacel.

But if you look at the houses on both sides of the side street, they are all low and dilapidated houses, and they are like slums, and they have nothing to do with 'prosperity' and 'civilization'.

On the contrary, many of the pedestrians on the street are neatly dressed and dignified, and their words and deeds have a bit of a 'civilized' atmosphere, indicating that this place has a close connection with the civilized world, and the tentacles of civilization will also reach out to the seemingly dirty sludge to draw nutrients.

Charles walked slowly and became familiar with the terrain of the black market, and where wealth was hidden, there were bound to be dangers, and a cautious hunter must first find a retreat route when entering any unfamiliar place.

Charles wandered for twenty minutes and found ....... Countless retreat routes........

To the west of the fifth arrondissement is the Naser River, and there are only two small and medium-sized wharves, but there are many small boats moored along the river, and there are at least seven or eight small streets with street lights and more dark alleys that are hidden and direct to the shore.

To the north of the Fifth Ward is the northern outskirts of Nasser, where haphazard slum-like houses reach the northern wall, with countless crevices for rats to hide and burrow.

There are no street entrances and checkpoints that restrict access to the entire Fifth District, and guests can come and go freely in a secret manner, and this relaxed and free environment is obviously deliberately created by the hidden administrators of the Fifth District.

Charles wandered around, and found that not far from the street, in the shadows there would be a chair on which sat a man in a hooded cloak or a leather trouser vest, with a short musket deliberately exposed at his waist or a sword and spear leaning on a chair, showing off his strength and attitude.

"The guys from the MIA are still a bit level!"

Obviously, the managers on this ground know the importance of "secrecy" and "security" for the prosperity of the market, and if they want to attract customers to trade here, they need to maintain the basic order of display.

And the Military Intelligence Bureau is one of the biggest forces on this land, and some of the big men sitting in the chairs have obvious military demeanor, obviously from the military.

"Don't walk outside the streetlights!"

This is a piece of advice that everyone who is familiar with the black market knows, as long as it is within the range of the street lights, the customers and buyers are in order, although they may buy fakes, but the basic safety can be guaranteed, but not the places where the street lights shine.......

Swing your fists and fight for your own order!

"Graybeard Blacksmith, is this a move?"

Charles wandered around several streets with street lamps for nearly an hour, and finally saw a sign smashed on the wall of the alley at the mouth of a small alley, and after checking the emblem on it, he decided that it was the place he was looking for.

This kind of signboard is very common on this street, and it is a sign made by some shops in the hutong to attract customers on the street, and customers only need to take two steps into the hutong and they may see an interesting shop.

Of course, there are no street lights in many hutongs.

There are no street lights in this alley, but from the street, you can see the light from the shop that enters the alley.

Charles walked in, and immediately felt several eyes sweeping over him, and there was also a slight movement in the small courtyards on both sides of the alley in front of him.

The little tiger cat on Charles's shoulders immediately arched up vigilantly, its two vertical pupils looking at the shadows in the night, and sharp claw thorns had already protruded from its soft footpads.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a bunch of guts!"

Charles said lightly, and the movement in the darkness disappeared immediately.

There was movement in the shop not far away, and a thin figure swayed out of the shop, holding a horse lamp with a broken lampshade in his hand, and the dim light was swaying by the cold wind.

"Is the guest going to buy something?"

Listening to the voice of the male duck who was in the midst of a voice change, Charles could tell his age, a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Is it Joffrey's blacksmith?"

"Yes, Joffrey the Greybeard is my father, please come in......, guests!

The young man enthusiastically led the way into the store, and Charles realized that he was a cripple.

The store is very small, and one container with three shelves takes up most of the space in the store, but the store is neatly organized, and the shelves are full of various forgings.

Small bows, thick muskets, all sorts of lethal weapons listed in the police station's contraband list, and even a set of forged chain mail that looks acceptable.

Chainmail is very cumbersome and expensive to forge, and a gangster may have a few guns, but he may not be able to afford a set of sword-proof chainmail.

"What kind of goods do guests need, there are some bulky things in the yard, if you are interested, you can go in and have a look......."

The boy was really enthusiastic, and Charles saw eagerness and apprehension in his eyes.

"What about Joffrey? Why didn't he come out?"

“.......”

"My father....... Passed away......"

The young man's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he immediately continued: "Don't worry, guest, these are good goods, and my father praises me as a genius!"

Charles sighed, understanding why the boy was anxious and apprehensive.

The various weapons on the shelves are polished, and it is obvious that the teenager wants to sell them for money, but people basically do not come to the black market to buy this kind of goods, and all kinds of contraband and contraband are the characteristic transactions in the black market.

"I originally came to find your father, but your father is gone, I don't know if you can help me!"

"As long as the guest pays, I can help with anything!" the boy licked his lips, a little embarrassed.

"There are a lot of people from the Southwestern Front here! I'm looking for their leader. ”

"Who are you, what are you doing with our Southwest Gang?" the boy took two steps back, his right hand touching a single-shot short musket on the shelf.

"Don't be nervous, your own people!"

Charles took out a somewhat worn badge and shook it in front of the boy's eyes, and the boy looked at it carefully, finally becoming less vigilant.

"Although we are all our own people, I still have to collect money!"

"Boom!"

A gold louis tossed on the counter, spun around to attract the boy's attention.