In the private room next door, Liang Yuening was at the black market for the first time, unfamiliar with the ins and outs of this place, but Hong Xiangjun was a regular here. Her insight into people was very precise, and whenever she was short of money, she would come to the black market to earn some silver. The notorious name of Hei San was well known to her. There were many legends about Hei San in the marketplace. This old lady was getting on in years, and her body wasn’t as strong as those in their prime, but her skills were still quite formidable. Liang Haoming rushed to the window, his lips tightened, and his previously serene eyes suddenly turned sharp. Inside the black market, whether it was someone like Black Panther, who had been raised by the black market, or Liang Haoming, who had joined later, or even Dong Huiying, who was here to make some quick money, they had all signed a life-and-death exemption agreement. On the arena, they were responsible for their own survival or demise, and if they truly died or were crippled, they had to accept it! Liang Haoming stared intently below, ready to take action at any moment. Losing silver was a minor issue—after all, it could be earned again, but what if someone lost their life? At this moment, he was utterly solemn, with his heart hanging in suspense, fearing for the young girl’s well-being. "Young fellow, come on," Hei San’s aged face stretched into a stiff smile, but the young girl opposite her only raised her eyebrows slightly in response. "You go first," she said. After all, she was an old person, and Dong Huiying couldn’t get past the hurdle in her heart. Hei San’s eyes hardened, and then she swiftly raised her cane. Dong Huiying’s expression concentrated as she quickly dodged, but her eyes lit up, and her heart heated; this old lady was indeed quite capable. She didn’t rush to make a move but studied Hei San’s techniques instead. The people of the black market were mostly experts in the art of killing, with ruthless and cunning moves. After Dong Huiying observed for a while, she smiled mysteriously. When Hei San’s cane attacked her, Dong Huiying didn’t dodge but allowed her pale, snake-like hand to move along the cane, sidestepping and pressing her palm on Hei San’s shoulder. Hei San suddenly let out a muffled grunt and then looked wary. Dong Huiying saluted her opponent with her fist, while Hei San’s aged face darkened, and blood seeped from the creased corners of her lips. The crowd was in uproar, their faces full of disbelief. Hei San was considered one of the masters of the black market, having established numerous incredible records. Even in her old age, her lingering might remained, but today, she had been defeated by a young girl? It was unexpected, far too unexpected! Hei San’s current feelings were truly indescribable. Her hand holding the cane was trembling slightly. However, her face went from gloomy to fervent. "Good, good, good!" Hei San’s voice boomed like a great bell as she exclaimed, "How could one know that the newcomers wouldn’t surpass the old, the young are to be feared, they indeed are to be feared!" Hei San suddenly laughed wildly, and Dong Huiying was a bit scared by her. Was this old lady’s mind somewhat abnormal? She swallowed hard, thinking that she hadn’t used her full strength just now, but with her Innate Divine Strength, what if she had truly injured someone badly? Cough cough, that would be awkward. Fortunately, Hei San gradually returned to "normal." But there was still something eerie because the look she gave Dong Huiying seemed strangely kind and benevolent. With many eyes watching from below, she didn’t say much, but looked intently at Dong Huiying, "Youngster, my name is Hei San, make sure you remember this name." Afterward, Hei San, seemingly in high spirits, turned and walked away with the support of her cane. But Dong Huiying felt a bit uneasy; the way the old lady had looked at her gave her the chilling illusion of being targeted by a venomous snake.