I, Danzo Shimura, can still be saved
Chapter 21
"Sell sugar gourds, sugar gourds.
"Good fabric, this sister-in-law came in to take a look, come here."
"Fresh watermelon, essential to relieve the heat, thin skin and thick flesh."
At this time, a middle-aged man with a kind face asked about the melon vendor.
"Are you ripe?"
The whole street is full of the sound of shouting goods, people come and go, so it is not lively.
'Is this the capital of the Land of Fire?
Tuanzo looked into the distance from the street.
The streets stretch east and west, to the quieter suburbs outside the city, but the streets are still full of pedestrians: some carry out the road, some drive ox carts to deliver goods, some drive donkeys to pull wagons, and some stop to enjoy the river scenery.
With the tall castle tower as the center, the houses on both sides are lined up one after another, including tea houses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public halls and so on.
The shop specializes in silk, jewelry and spices, incense paper horses, etc., as well as medical clinics, cart repairs, fortune-telling, facial contouring, and everything else.
There are merchants doing business, gentry watching the street scene, officials on horseback, hawkers hawking, dependents on palanquins, monks carrying baskets, tourists asking for directions, street children who hear about books, wealthy children drinking in restaurants, disabled elderly people begging on the edge of the city, men, women, and children, farmers, industry and commerce, three religions and nine streams, and everything is prepared.
Means of transportation: there are palanquins, camels, ox and horse carts, all kinds of things.
Painted in front of people's eyes.
It is also an ancient cosmopolitan city, where all kinds of people gather, and is the center of national wealth and politics.
Tuan Zang pulled down the cloak he had just bought, got into the alley, and the more he walked in, the fewer people were, and in a gloomy-looking tavern, he took out his mask and walked in.
There are very few people drinking in the tavern, even if it is noon, light the oil lamp, otherwise you will not be able to reach your fingers.
The middle-aged man holding the abacus looked up at Tuan Zang and asked nonchalantly: "Drink or stay?"
Tuan Zang's words made his hand move.
A trace of essence flashed in the middle-aged man's originally ancient well-wubo's eyes, "It seems that this guest is an insider, but I have never seen such a dress, it is a raw face." All
that responded to him was a moment of silence.
He smiled indifferently, twisted a mechanism on the table, and a door suddenly appeared on a wall, he smiled at Tuanzo, and stretched out his hand to signal to go this way.
Seeing that he really walked to that door, a mockery appeared on the middle-aged man's humble face.
"This illusion is okay. After that, Tuan Zang actually crashed into the wall next to the door, but there was no collision sound, but the whole person disappeared in place.
The middle-aged man's face suddenly broke into a cold sweat, it turned out that he had already discovered that it seemed that the strength of the newcomer this time was quite good, and his behavior was probably no different from the clown in his eyes.
The mental evaluation of him rose a notch.
The scene of an underground city in the black market, although the area is much smaller than the capital of the Fire Nation, can be said to be comparable in terms of prosperity alone.
It is this sight that is like a foul-smelling poppy, full of danger and evil.
This is the real land of the impossible, mixed with fish and dragons, samurai, mountain thieves, rebels... People of the three religions and nine streams will appear here, and how sunny the capital is on the bright side, how dark it is here, because it carries too much dirt in the hearts of too many people.
And the location of the black market is not a secret, as long as you hang out in the ninja world for a few more years, you will naturally know that many things that are inconvenient to sell on the bright side are bought and sold here, such as slaves, stolen goods, killer orders and so on.
As soon as I entered the black market, there were malicious eyes looking over, and I couldn't stop looking, too lazy to deal with this group of people.
After looking at the information from the Furukawa world, he walked straight to the destination restaurant where he was.
In the passing streets, there were many men, women and children with grass on their heads, one by one, their faces numb, the slave traders fawned over the customers, and turned their heads to the disobedient slaves.
After walking for a few minutes, a restaurant that was one of the best in the black market appeared in front of me.
With a slight force, he pushed open the door, and countless noisy noises suddenly broke out.
Dozens of wooden tables were placed in the hall, both whispering and loud, and the smell of alcohol filled the hall.
At this time, a drunken strong man stood up and looked at Tuan Zang with a sneer.
"Oh, look who this is, a little ghost, is it weaned? hahahaha"
Then he opened his oily palm and grabbed his mask.
"This mask is still strange and good-looking, show it to Uncle Ben." "
'Do I look so good at bullying?'
Tuan Zang spread out the overlord-colored domineering, and the heavy coercion shocked everyone present, and the strong man was the focus of attention.
Now he knows that the strength of the young man wearing the mask is far above him, and this moment can be regarded as a kick to the iron plate, and he can't help but curse secretly, and the drinks turned into cold sweat.
Feeling the coercive killing intent coming from, his drunken and confused eyes regained some sanity, and he looked at Tuan Zang with fear: "Stop, you can't kill me, the fifth article of the black market code, you can't kill people in
the black market!" However, the thirteenth article of the black market code, if someone makes trouble in the store, then the shop owner has the right to deal with it. Some
hurried voices sounded at the door of the restaurant.
Everyone in the restaurant hall couldn't help but look at the doorway and found that it was a strong middle-aged man with a demon tattoo on his bare arm.
The one who came was none other than Furukawakai.
"Nice owner. The
employees working in the store greeted him and the customers toasted him.
That's right, this tavern is the Black Shadow Corps' property on the black market.
This is a shop in the black market, every shopkeeper must not only have money, but also have corresponding strength, and the Black Shadow Corps, which has become famous in recent years, is this person's subordinates, although he often says that it is just the minions of the Holy Lord, but the Holy Lord has never appeared, and over time, everyone is only a pretense.
But Furukawa Kai didn't have time to deal with them, and walked straight to Danzo with a few black ninjas, kneeling down on one knee.
"The lackeys under the seat greet the Holy Lord. Everyone
in the tavern was shocked
, this person with a mask in front of him is the legendary Holy Lord? You must know that now is not the ninja realm with many upper ninja in the later stage, now the middle ninja is the mainstay of every village, and the Black Shadow Corps has ten middle ninja, this is definitely a good force, and this power is in the hands of the person in front of him.
The strong man had long been frightened and collapsed to the ground, he dared to be so arrogant precisely because of the rules of the black market, and now his reliance could not keep him.
"Since you're here, then you deal with it. Danzo said to Furukawakai.
"Yes, the Holy Lord please this side. He stretched out his hand and led Tuanzo to the most luxurious box upstairs, no one had been since it was built, and any dignitary who came to inquire would get a refusal answer.
Today, this box finally welcomes its owner.
The guests in the hall were all excited, it was simply worth coming here to drink today, bragging with others had face, and the strong man who collapsed on the ground had long been ignored, and was dragged out of the tavern by the black ninja to deal with it, and could not dirty the floor of the restaurant.
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