"No more bets, no more bets!" Pushing aside a curtain, Dong Huiying found herself in a room about a hundred meters long and wide, bustling with people, mostly women with a few men sprinkled among them. Someone was shouting at the top of his lungs, "Next up is Black Panther versus Black Bull, the odds are 1.5 times!" "I’m betting on Black Panther, Black Panther is amazing!" "Right, I’m also betting on Black Panther, he’s fought over thirty matches and hasn’t lost a single one." "Black Bull isn’t bad either, just a bit old, and he’s new here, but he’s fought twenty matches so far and won them all." "Black Bull has higher odds, I’m betting on Black Bull." "Black Panther, Black Panther!" "Black Bull, Black Bull!" The cacophonous noise was like a thousand ducks quacking at the same time. Dong Huiying rubbed her ears, then began to survey her surroundings. In the center, there was an open platform with two masked men seated on opposite sides. One of them was small in stature with a leopard token hanging from his waist, and the other was not tall but stocky with a bull’s head token on his waist. Is this? Her eyes flashed, black market, black fist? But with so many people, where exactly was she supposed to find Master Hong? Several days had already passed, and she had no idea if Liang Yuening’s injuries had improved. Turning around in place, she intended to ask around, but everyone was too busy placing bets to pay her any attention. Plus, with the crowd being so dense and her being short, she quickly got swallowed up by the throng of people. The air wasn’t circulating at all. Everyone reeked of sweat. She covered her nose with a pitiable expression and watery eyes as she nudged her way out, thoroughly overwhelmed by the stench. "Sister Xiao Dong?" A vigorous voice rang out but was quickly lost in the tumult. "Sister Xiao Dong, Da Bao, over here, look up!" Dong Huiying was startled and then looked up to see someone leaning out of a second-floor window, wildly waving their arms at her—it was Master Hong. She glanced around at the crowd beside her and the fact that the other person was on the second floor, recalling the maze-like passage she used to get here, and couldn’t help but press her temples. "Wait for me, I’m coming right over!" Hong Xiangjun shouted down to the people below, but then saw the little girl engulfed in the crowd first point at herself, then at Hong Xiangjun on the second floor. Hong Xiangjun was taken aback. What was she trying to do? Did she mean for her to stay there while she came up by herself? But getting to the second floor’s private rooms required someone to lead the way, which she probably didn’t know about the rules here. However, the next moment, the girl charged through the crowd like a little calf, causing groans and complaints all around. Then, she grabbed a hanging red silk ribbon that had big red flowers tied to it at intervals of one meter, apparently used for decoration and looking quite festive. After tugging on it to test its strength, hmm, it was pretty sturdy. She wrapped her arms a few times so the silk entwined her wrists, then, with a tip of her toes, she climbed the walls, pulling on the silk and ascended to the second floor. Other people in the black market: "..." What kind of little monster was this? Dong Huiying flipped over the windowsill, jumped into the private room where Hong Xiangjun was, let go of the red silk, then calmly asked, "Where’s Liang Yuening?" Hong Xiangjun was already dumbfounded, and then downstairs whistles blew and people shouted loudly, "Whose kid is that? She’s got real skill!"