C1757 Deception Fruit

At twenty o'clock in the evening, Dongfang Qingyu arrived at the black market on time. He saw many familiar faces, and some of them hid their identities. They were wearing masks, and it was rather open and aboveboard. If it was an auction, those who hid their identities would not be able to enter. But the black market doesn't have this problem, as long as you have money, you can come in