“HR Alliance, Extreme Dojo, and Thunderbolt Dojo, if I sell monster materials to any of these three, my identity will be public. I can have them transfer the money into a numbered account. However, it would be very easy for news of me earning a huge sum of money to spread internally.” Luo Feng frowned. “Looks like I can only sell them through the black market!”
Where there is light, there is darkness.
The buying and selling of monster materials had always been fiercely competitive. The HR Alliance was a coalition of numerous global conglomerates and powerful families. Although the alliance appeared stable, it was also full of internal competition. Some major financial groups and influential families constantly sought to secure a larger position within the alliance and gain greater benefits.
Competition led to the existence of all sorts of services.
You are a martial artist who wants to conceal your identity while selling monster materials? Fine. Other managers may not do it, but I will!
You want your money deposited into an anonymous overseas account? Fine. I will take care of everything for you!
As long as you have valuable goods, plenty of managers specialising in purchasing monster materials will compete for your business.
“Tsk tsk, there is so much information here.” Luo Feng entered the Warlord Level Martial Artist Forum. Simply typing in the words “sell monster materials” brought up a huge number of threads.
It was easy to find advertisement posts from various managers. These advertisements contained contact information, promises of secure methods, and other guarantees.
Looking through the large number of replies also gave a clear indication of their reliability and reputation.
“I need to sell the dragon egg, combat suit, and sword. It would be best not to sell them in Jiangnan Base City. Better to sell them somewhere else.” Luo Feng opened thread after thread. “Hmm, this one looks good. Judging from the replies, quite a few famous Warlord level martial artists have commented on it. Eh? Even a War God replied to this thread!”
The internal forums of the House of Limits were divided into three levels, Warrior, Warlord, and War God.
Warriors could only browse and post in the Warrior forum.
Warlords could browse and post in both the Warrior and Warlord forums.
War Gods could access all three forums, Warrior, Warlord, and War God, viewing and posting freely. Every account was tied directly to its owner’s identity and could not be falsified.
“Looks like quite a few people have sold things through him. His reputation is pretty good. He is based in Kyoto Base City?” Luo Feng nodded with a smile. “Wang Hou? Quite an imposing name. Alright, him it is.”
Early the next morning, Luo Feng spent some time wandering around various places in Yangzhou City and bought a mobile phone and SIM card. Normally, SIM cards required real name registration, but certain vendors would still sell them without requiring identification. In this world, as long as enough money was involved, someone would always be willing to take risks.
At the same time, he also purchased glasses, a fake beard, and various other simple disguise items.
“Hello.” Standing in his home’s training hall, Luo Feng used the newly purchased phone to call Wang Hou.
“Hello, this is Wang Hou. How may I help you, sir?” Wang Hou’s voice was gentle. The contact number he had left on the House of Limits martial artist forum was dedicated specifically to such business. Anyone calling it was usually a powerful martial artist. After all, what valuable goods would an ordinary martial artist have to sell?
Luo Feng smiled. “I am planning to sell some items. I wonder if you can handle them.”
“Oh? How valuable are we talking?” Wang Hou sounded slightly surprised.
“Over ten billion.”
On the other end of the line.
Wang Hou had been chatting and laughing with a tall, fair skinned beauty. Upon hearing those words, he immediately sprang to his feet. Ignoring the woman completely, he hurried to the window and lowered his voice.
“I can handle it. As long as you have the goods, I can take them. I assume you know my reputation. It was built deal by deal over many years. You can absolutely trust me when it comes to pricing.”
Over ten billion!
This was definitely a major transaction. Usually only War Gods dealt in business of this scale.
“Good. When the payment is made, I want it deposited into an anonymous account at Swiss International Bank in the European Union. No problem?” Luo Feng asked.
“Absolutely no problem. Many martial artists who work with me prefer keeping their money there.” Wang Hou laughed.
Swiss International Bank had already been world famous even before the Great Nirvana Period.
A bank or corporation took years to build a reputation, but could lose it very quickly. Swiss International Bank’s reputation, built over many years, had brought them tremendous business.
“May I ask when you will be arriving, sir?” Wang Hou asked eagerly.
“I will be heading to Kyoto Base City’s main urban district within the next couple of days. I will contact you then.”
“Excellent. I still do not know your surname, sir.”
“My surname is Wei,” Luo Feng replied.
“Very well, Mr Wei. I shall await your arrival.” Wang Hou’s voice was full of enthusiasm.
Luo Feng smiled and ended the call. He had never used this sort of underground channel before, but now it seemed remarkably simple. One phone call was all it took to arrange a contact.
“First, I need to register an account with Swiss International Bank.”
Using his newly purchased phone, Luo Feng quickly accessed the bank’s website and easily registered an anonymous account. The password consisted of three groups of twelve characters, combining Chinese characters, English letters, and numbers. It was relatively simple, yet extremely secure.
“Done. Now I just need to wait and turn this into money.”
That evening, under the lights in the ground floor living room, the Luo family sat together having dinner.
“Mum, Dad, I am planning to go out tomorrow to take care of something.” Luo Feng smiled. “I should be back the day after tomorrow.”
“Oh? Where are you going?” Luo Hongguo asked in surprise.
Luo Feng smiled. “Meeting a martial artist friend.”
“Hongguo, stop asking. Maybe Xiaofeng is going to see a girlfriend.” His mother, Gong Xinlan, teased with a smile, leaving Luo Feng both amused and helpless. She continued, “But seriously, son, you are not getting any younger. You will be nineteen by the New Year, twenty by traditional reckoning. It is time you started dating. Relationships take a year or two, and then there is marriage. It is not too early.”
Beside them, Luo Hua, seated in his wheelchair, joined in with a grin. “Exactly, brother. Look at me, I got there before you. You need to work harder.”
“You little brat.” Luo Feng shook his head and laughed. “Luo Hua, how are things with your girlfriend Xiaonan?”
“How could they be? Same as always.” Luo Hua replied proudly, practically glowing with confidence.
…
Early the next morning, after breakfast with his family, Luo Feng left home carrying an oversized backpack. Instead of taking an Extreme Dojo vehicle, he caught a taxi to the railway station.
Next to the station was a Real Kung Fu Fast Food restaurant.
Chains such as Real Kung Fu, KFC, and McDonald’s always had the highest customer traffic. Luo Feng entered the restaurant, ate something casually, then went into a locked cubicle in the toilet where he quickly applied a simple disguise.
He put on glasses, attached a fake beard, darkened his complexion slightly, wore a hat, and inserted lifts into his shoes.
In an instant, Luo Feng looked like a completely different person.
In a busy fast food restaurant packed with hundreds of people and constant foot traffic, who would pay attention to him?
After completing his disguise, he left the restaurant and boarded the fastest train departing Yangzhou City.
Nowadays, protecting railway routes consumed enormous resources, so ordinary people rarely travelled beyond their base city’s boundaries. Martial artists, however, were different. All they had to do was present their martial artist identification card. They did not even need to buy a train ticket. They could board any train and get off whenever they wished.
This was one of the privileges of being a martial artist.
At around six o’clock that evening.
“Dear passengers, the train will soon arrive at the station. Passengers disembarking at Kyoto City Main Urban District Station, please take your luggage and exit through the front doors.”
As the announcement echoed through the train, Luo Feng stepped out carrying his backpack.
“Kyoto Base City!”
Luo Feng looked around.
“The largest city in all of China by area, population, and also the political centre?”
“Though honestly, it does not seem all that different from Jiangnan Base City. The temperature is lower and it is noticeably colder.” Luo Feng smiled as he left the station, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to a well known high end entertainment complex called Will Palace.
Outside the main entrance, countless beautiful women dressed in every imaginable style made the place seem like a kingdom of women.
“Sir…” A man in a suit greeted him with a smile.
“I want a private room. Somewhere quiet. I do not want to be disturbed.”
Luo Feng briefly displayed his martial artist identification card. The manager’s attitude immediately became far more respectful.
“Understood. Please follow me.”
Will Palace, Earth Class Room Number Three.
“Sir, the room is fully stocked with drinks.” The manager spoke respectfully. “Is there anything else you require?”
“No. Without my permission, I do not want anyone entering.”
“Understood. There is a service menu and telephone over there. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact us.”
The manager smiled and withdrew.
Luo Feng locked the door and immediately swept the room with his spiritual force. There were no recording devices or surveillance equipment inside. The room was lavishly decorated, with beautiful monster fur carpeting the floor.
Glancing at the service list displayed on the wall screen, Luo Feng shook his head and smiled.
“What a luxurious way to live.”
He then dialled Wang Hou’s number.
“Mr Wei, hello.” Wang Hou greeted enthusiastically.
“Wang Hou, I am currently in Room Three, Earth Class Section, Huaxia Hall, at Will Palace in Kyoto Base City’s main urban district.”
“Good, I understand. I will be there within an hour.” Wang Hou’s voice carried a trace of excitement.
After ending the call, Luo Feng stretched out on the sofa.
He casually selected some tea leaves from a nearby cabinet and brewed himself a cup of tea.
“Hm?”
He felt the phone in his pocket vibrating.
“Who is calling me?”
The phone in his pocket was his old one, not the newly purchased device.
Looking at the screen, he saw it was his home number.
“Hello.”
“Xiaofeng, your brother, your brother has had an accident.”
His mother Gong Xinlan’s voice came through, carrying the sound of tears.
Luo Feng’s entire body jolted as he sprang to his feet.
Bang!
The teacup was knocked over, sending tea spilling across the counter.