No money for martial arts university? Slay your way through the border to the top martial arts schoo

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, Taylor bent over even more.

Hermann stood there, his face stiff.

The dignified inspector of the Silverfrost Empire actually had to go to the local black market to get supplies for free.

But after touching the empty storage lock, he ultimately remained silent.

There's no money.

The mothership's bottom compartments were also emptied.

The only way to repair the boat is for Lin Feng to do it.

Taylor quickly beckoned a tall, thin man.

"This is my secretary, Morrie."

"The black market has many internal passages and complicated rules. Let him accompany a few people there."

Maurice was wearing a long gray coat, had an electronic lens in his left eye, and his right hand was hidden in his sleeve.

He first bowed to Hermann, then nodded to Lin Feng.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me."

Barron had just crawled out from under the shuttle, still clutching the thruster stabilizing ring in his arms.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished dismantling this yet!"

Taylor felt a tightness in her chest, but she dared not show it on her face.

"I'll keep it for you; we'll continue dismantling it when we get back."

"That's more like it."

Barron tucked the stabilizing ring into his storage gear and quickly caught up.

Hermann had no companions.

The mothership needed someone to oversee the repairs, so he handed the inspector's insignia to his adjutant and appointed a guard squad.

Lin Feng glanced at the group of guards.

"Too many people are in the way."

The adjutant immediately waved his hand.

"Leave everything behind, I will accompany you there."

Hermann cautioned from behind, "Sir, try not to make things too big."

Lin Feng didn't stop walking.

"Don't worry, I'm reasonable."

Hermann stared in silence at the mechs scattered on the ground, their cores ripped out.

Morrie led the three across Star Harbor Plaza and into an unmarked cargo tower.

There is only one elevator inside the tower.

Mori placed the electronic eye on the recognition area, and the robotic arm in his sleeve extended out and pressed the keypad more than ten times.

Ding.

The ladder door opened.

Two gatekeepers dressed in black robes stood inside.

The two men didn't ask about their identities, but simply handed over four metal masks.

"Put it on."

Barron took the mask and examined it twice.

"What materials?"

"It can interfere with scanning," Morrie said. "There are a lot of wanted criminals in the black market. If you don't want trouble, don't check other people's identities."

Lin Feng didn't answer and stepped directly into the elevator.

"I'm not wanted by the police."

Mori didn't dare say anything more and pressed the button for the third basement level.

The elevator plummeted.

Barron looked up at the numbers.

"Your place has three underground levels, that's deep enough."

"The levels of Gray Crystal Star are not calculated by floor," Mori explained. "The main urban area has three underground levels, which are 4,600 meters below the surface."

"It's so deep, aren't you afraid it will collapse?"

"It collapsed twice."

"Then why continue building?"

"Cheap."

Barron was speechless.

A dozen seconds later, the ladder doors slid open to both sides.

The hot air and the smell of engine oil filled the car.

Outside is a steel street, the end of which is buried in an area where the lights don't reach.

The top is covered with pipes and suspended tracks, and transport vehicles drive over it, with oil constantly leaking from the bottom of the vehicles.

The streets are lined with shops on both sides.

Some doors have star beast skulls hanging on them, while others have counters filled with mechanical organs.

A burly man whose lower body had been modified into tracks was haggling with a six-armed stall owner.

"This arm is worth 50,000 star coins? You might as well just rob it!"

"Military goods, just unloaded from a dead body."

"Make it cheaper."

"I'll also send you the original owner's ID card; it can't be any less."

Beside them, a creature without a lower body sat on an anti-gravity disc, three imperial wanted posters hanging around its neck, eating noodles with its head down.

The patrol robot passed by him, but its scanning light remained off.

Barron walked and looked around.

"Is nobody in charge here?"

Mori chuckled.

"Once you pay the admission fee, someone will take care of you."

"You haven't paid it?"

"There are people in charge, responsible for collecting the bodies."

Lin Feng looked up and glanced at the high platforms on both sides.

At least a hundred automatic cannons were mounted on the platform. Several auras of Star Lord level beings were hidden in the shadows, following them as they stepped out of the elevator.

Morrie didn't urge him on, but simply led the way.

Taylor made it very clear that these people were to be brought into the Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce.

The goods there are genuine, and the prices are high. Once out-of-town customers enter, very few can easily leave.

Most importantly, the Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce is backed by the Bloodthorn Conglomerate.

If Raymond Lam dares to dismantle Star Harbor, even the Bloodthorns might not back down.

As long as both sides take action, the Governor's Office can get the desired result.

Thinking of this, Morrie quickened his pace.

Barron stopped in front of the roadside stall.

"Wait a minute!"

He picked up a silver mechanical leg and ran his hand along the joint twice.

"A directional magnetic joint! Earth simply can't build one right now!"

The lizard-faced stall owner held up three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand star coins."

"Why don't you just rob it?"

"I'm robbing it right now."

Barron turned towards Lin Feng.

"Big brother..."

Lin Feng raised the tip of his gun.

The lizard vendor immediately snatched back the mechanical leg and held it tightly to his chest.

"We do not accept freebies!"

Lin Feng continued forward.

"Let's get down to business first."

Barron followed for more than ten steps, glancing back every now and then.

He hadn't gone far when another store's goods blocked his way.

"Starship warp stabilizer!"

"Neurotransmitting metals are also available?"

"A folding wrench! There are actually people selling these!"

Morrie held back for half a block before finally speaking.

"Mr. Barron, the goods in the Chamber of Commerce up ahead are ten grades higher than these street vendor goods."

Baron immediately followed.

"You should have said so earlier. Hurry up and lead the way, don't keep me from seeing what I'm looking at."

Maurice's electronic eye lit up red, then quickly went out.

The adjutant walked at the back, lowering his voice.

"Sir, there's something wrong with this person."

"I can tell."

"Then why are you still following him?"

"If we don't follow, who will lead us to the biggest warehouse?"

The adjutant paused in his tracks.

He originally thought Lin Feng only intended to take thirty kilograms of Zijinyuan ore.

Now it seems that 30 kilograms is not enough at all.

The adjutant touched the insignia of the inspector at his waist, then lowered his hand.

The street ahead is getting wider and wider.

Regular stalls gradually decreased, while enclosed trading areas stood on both sides.

There weren't many customers, but their strength was much greater than that of the people on the outside.

Maurice stopped in front of a black building.

The building has no sign.

Above the main entrance hangs a mechanical palace, with nine metal chains hanging from the bottom, each chain ending in a foreign head.

Barron looked up for a few seconds.

"This shop is quite economical in terms of its signboard."

Mori didn't understand.

"What do you mean?"

"There's no need to write the store name; it's obviously not a legitimate business."

The two guards at the entrance looked up at the same time.

Morrie quickly stepped forward and showed the Governor's House pass.

"Several distinguished guests wish to purchase high-purity Zijinyuan ore."

After checking the pass, the guard on the left glanced at the Imperial Army uniform on the adjutant's chest.

Do you have an appointment?

"no."

"Capital verification".

The adjutant placed his hand on the storage locker but couldn't take anything out.

Lin Feng spoke directly.

"I have no money."

The guard paused for two seconds.

"You dare come to the Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce if you have no money?"

"Let's inspect the goods first," Lin Feng said. "If the goods are satisfactory, we can discuss payment later."

The guard's hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Morrie immediately interrupted.

"This guest has a special identity; Governor Taylor personally asked me to bring him here."

"Taylor?"

The guard sneered.

"He still owes the Chamber of Commerce a debt, and the Governor's pass is worthless here."

Morrie took a step back.

Things have progressed to this point; now all we need to do is wait for them to make their move.

Lin Feng didn't touch the guards, but only pushed his adjutant forward half a step.

"He is from the Seventh Border Fleet of the Silverfrost Empire."

The adjutant took out the insignia of the inspector.

The guards abandoned their arrogance but still stood in front of the door.

"Even the Imperial Army must abide by the rules of the Merchant Guild."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Okay, follow the rules."

Just as the guard was about to speak, Lin Feng had already placed his hand on the alloy door.

boom!

The two large doors detached from their frames and crashed horizontally into the hall, overturning three rows of display cases in succession.

The alarm pierced the entire building.

The guests in the hall all turned around.

Lin Feng stepped over the deformed door frame.

"No appointment, no door open."

"I drove it myself, did I break any of your rules?"

The two guards stood frozen in place.

Morrie's Adam's apple bobbed, and he took several steps back.

This is the Heavenly Palace Merchant Guild.

One of the headquarters of the Bloodthorn Conglomerate is located in the underground black market.

Lin Feng didn't even give a warning; he simply tore the door apart.

Inside the lobby, rows of enclosed exhibition booths extend deep into the building.

The ores, weapons, starship modules, and star beast cores are all high-end goods that are rarely seen outside.

Barron's breathing quickened as soon as he entered the room.

"Brother, we've come to the right place!"

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