Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 973 - 536: Strolling Through the Black Market Here_3

Chapter 973: Chapter 536: Strolling Through the Black Market Here_3

Elijah Hastings continued in a low voice,

"From the information we’ve obtained, their main targets are first the supplies in this underground cave storehouse and second, us."

"The targets are us? Japanese?" James Ross was instantly reminded of that mysterious organization behind the scenes at the Xingya Guanyin Temple!

"Yes, it’s very likely related to the things we did in Japan earlier!" Douglas Cooper said with a serious expression, "If we had known earlier, we would have pursued them just now! We should have taken a prisoner."

"Don’t overthink it." Sean Knight said with a smile, "In combat, it’s kill or be killed, you can’t consider so much.

We weren’t afraid when we stirred up trouble in their lair, so we’re even less afraid now.

If they dare to come, we dare to bury them! We’ll see if they come quickly or if we bury them quickly!"

With that, Elijah and a few others all burst out laughing.

Yes, what’s there to fear? We all have a nose and two eyes, both sides are fighting on foreign ground, and here we have the tribe’s support. What is there to fear?

After tidying up some documents from the mountain package, Sean Knight and his group followed the tribal villagers into the village.

Elder Hassan had already sent people to the village ahead of time to send word, so by the time they were halfway there, a large group of people from the tribe had already arrived.

They worked in an orderly manner, carrying equipment, lifting bodies, and caring for the injured.

Sean Knight could see some who were clearly women of the household, wiping away tears, but not crying out loud.

Perhaps they had grown accustomed to this life. Men fight for survival, and casualties are inevitable; women, despite their grief, must still persevere and uphold the household.

By the time they got back inside the village, it was already midnight, and only then did they hear the low sounds of weeping coming and going.

The group looked at each other with heavy hearts, but there was no good solution.

The maid-servant showed a flash of surprise in her eyes when she saw Sean Knight.

After a tiring day, Sean Knight couldn’t be bothered to resist anything anymore, and after being attended to by the maid-servant and washing up, he quickly rested.

The bed was large, and the girl quietly lay down on the edge, her breathing light. She seemed to have been worried for a long time and soon fell asleep.

Sean Knight sighed, got up, and carried the girl to the bed.

The second day dawn had just broken when the girl got up hurriedly to fetch water for Sean Knight.

In the rush, she locked eyes with James Ross, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

At breakfast, Sean Knight noticed that Elijah and the others also had several young girls attending to them.

"Boss, could you talk to Elder Hassan about this? We’re really not used to it," Elijah said with a pained expression.

"You go talk to him yourself," James Ross said while eating and laughing. "You see I can’t even refuse them, right?"

Luckily, the girls mostly stayed inside the house and hardly went out.

After breakfast, Sean Knight and his group had their respective duties.

Lincoln Harrington was pulled by Clarence Hughes to practice shooting in the valley behind the village.

Since yesterday’s combat, Clarence Hughes developed an obsessive dedication to using weapons.

He had inquired before and learned that among the three of them, Lincoln Harrington had the best gun skills, so he hoped Lincoln would teach him.

Lincoln didn’t refuse.

Sean Knight guessed that Lincoln did it to avoid being alone with the girl.

Elijah and Douglas Cooper were called by Elder Hassan, mainly to discuss the allocation of the supplies they had received.

Clarence Hughes had already decided to sell the supplies to the tribe in exchange for precious gemstones and gold.

Sean’s share of the supplies was left to Elijah and his group to handle completely.

Naturally, Sean was left with nothing to do, so he planned to take a look around the village.

The entire village was quiet and solemn, and even the occasional calls of children were scolded by their parents.

After all, the death of dozens of people and the injury of many more had nearly half of the household in grief.

It was inappropriate to make noise at such a time.

Almost every building in the village was an old-style mud hut.

Sean remembered there had once been a fairly large earthquake in the west of Xinjiang.

At that time, over 10,000 mud huts were almost entirely demolished by a six-point earthquake. Because the earthquake happened at midnight, there were many casualties.

The construction now was quite unsafe.

Thinking this, he shook his head, feeling a bit sentimental.

People here needed to solve the problem of survival first before talking about anything else.

Perhaps forty years ago, Sean’s home was also such a house.

People who came out of the Courtyard and saw Sean, at first started, then hurriedly paid their respects and walked away.

By now, everyone in the tribe knew that these Chinese people were the elder’s honored guests, the nobility of the entire tribe.

If not for these few people, the men of the tribe would probably all be dead.

They were grateful to these Chinese people but didn’t really know how to communicate. So they kept a respectful distance.

Sean roamed the village for a while, found it dull, and went back into the Courtyard.

Unexpectedly, Elijah and the others had already returned, along with Elder Hassan.

Elder Hassan came over and asked Sean,

"Tomorrow we plan to go to a marketplace nearby to trade some of the items we brought back this time. Mr. Knight, would you like to join us?"

A marketplace?

James Ross was curious and asked for more details.

"In the past, there used to be a town nearby, but it was destroyed in a war. Later, for mutual benefit, a marketplace was formed on those ruins. Every so often, people bring supplies there for trade.

The Americans called it a Black Market when they came and prohibited our trade, but how could such activities be completely banned? We often changed locations.

Later, when the Americans left, the trading site became fixed again.

Now and then, some rather novel items appear there. Mr. Knight, would you be interested in taking a look?"

Of course, Sean was going.

He knew instinctively that such places were where one could most easily find overlooked treasures.

It was just like China’s rural markets in the early eighties, where one could easily buy antiques later valued at hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions.

After all, people first had to resolve survival issues before considering other things.

Now, the same principle applied.