Bab 86: LXXXVI. Magic Energy Punk of the Doomsday Wasteland

"Captain, what loot did we snag this time?"

"Please, sell it to me, I beg you, I'll let my wife accompany you."

"Forget it, your wife is too unsightly, my wife, young, all curves, and top-notch in bed!"

These traders were like the enforcers hired by the top three fence operations in Heaven Port, monopolizing all channels. Attracting customers for the middlemen was considered a performance indicator.

They went to great lengths to get their hands on Liszt's goods.

In the East Sea Domain, Liszt belongs to one of the strongest Pirate Gangs, and he almost always returned with a full load, making him a high-quality client.

There was also competition between the top three, who would lower their profits to maintain them at a controllable level during price wars.

As soon as Liszt got off the ship, he was immediately surrounded like a celebrity.

Goria looked perplexed. What on earth did these guys think marriage was, the idiots?