บท 163: An Immortal Thought

"Aren't you afraid he'll rob it from you?" Jiang Chen said in a low, muffled voice.

The red-haired guy grinned and said, "The seventh on the Prince List can kill at will, but he can't rob at liberty."

He sounded extremely sarcastic.

The vendors around paled, pretending they hadn't heard him.

"Haha."

Jiang Chen burst into laughter. His laugh was resonated. He took a few more steps closer to the stall and said, "Could you show me the fierce black metal?"

"Do you have what I want?" The red-haired man sized him up and frowned.

"Why? Are you looking down on me?"

Jiang Chen knew he looked ugly at that moment. He pretended he was irritated.

The red-haired man hesitated and took a piece of iron out of his pocket. It looked like it had been torn off of iron ware, incomplete and only a little bigger than a palm.

The metal only had a dim luster, and it was a bit rusted.

"What's this? Only a fragment," Jiang Chen said discontentedly.