"Brother Ye, do you know anyone inside?"
By this time, the three of them had squeezed into the crowd. They saw Zhao Dong standing there triumphantly, with a rusty bronze pot at his feet.
This bronze pot was about the same size as the kettles used nowadays, but it had double ears, and a single spout on one side.
This object looked very ordinary, but for an old hand like Lei Lao, who had been dealing in antiques for decades, he could tell at a glance that it was extraordinary.
However, Ye Fan squinted his eyes, clearly showing hostility towards the buyer, which made Lei Lao and Dongzi both confused.
They had no impression of these two people.
Ye Fan snorted coldly, "These two are old acquaintances of ours."
Glancing at Dongzi, Ye Fan spoke with indifference.
Acquaintances?
Dongzi and Lei Lao exchanged glances, but neither understood.
"Just watch and see what they want to do."
Ye Fan did not explain to them directly, but watched the two men coldly.
The stall owner was a dark-skinned middle-aged man with sharp eyes. Although his face was not clearly visible, it could be seen that this person must have traveled all over the country for many years, otherwise, his complexion would not be so dark.
At this moment, facing the aggressive fat man, the middle-aged man said coldly, "This is a ghost market. Do you two intend to buy by force?"
"This is the price for my items. If you think it's too expensive, you can choose not to buy. As for what you said about reporting me, feel free to do so."
Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man was so tough and unafraid of the two men in front of him.
The fat man was furious and reached out to grab the middle-aged man by the collar.
"You better not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Let me tell you, there's nothing I fancy that I can't get. Today, you will give it to me whether you want to or not."
Saying that, he raised his fist and was about to strike the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly, clearly furious at this moment.
Just as the fat man's fist was about to hit, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the fat man's wrist in an instant.
"This is not a place for you to run wild."
With that, the middle-aged man exerted force.
The fat man staggered back a few steps, almost falling.
"Yoho, I didn't expect to encounter a tough nut to crack. I like it. You dare to make a move on me, so I can't let you go today."
Saying that, the fat man waved his hand, and immediately, several young men emerged from the crowd.
"Smash it for me! Smash all this scrap metal here."
The fat man roared angrily, as if he didn't put anyone in his eyes.
It was only then that Dongzi reacted.
"Chen the Fatty? It's him?"
Glancing back at Dongzi, Ye Fan sneered, "It is him. The one beside him is Zhao Dong, the owner of Tianbao Pavilion."
"It's a narrow path indeed. I didn't expect to meet them here."
Ye Fan's lips curled into a cold smile. He had never taken Zhao Dong or Chen the Fatty seriously.
Especially meeting them here, if he didn't teach them a lesson, wouldn't that be letting himself down?
Dongzi, on the other hand, snorted, "A leopard never changes its spots. Chen the Fatty has always been so arrogant wherever he goes. Today, we must show him some color."
After speaking, Dongzi strode forward and stood beside the middle-aged man.
"Brother, against such a rabid dog, there's no need to hold back. Beat them until they're scared, and they won't dare to cause trouble anymore."
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, not expecting such a righteous person in this ghost market.
However, the middle-aged man still smiled faintly, "My friend, this matter has nothing to do with you. You'd better not get involved."
This middle-aged man was quite righteous.
With such righteousness, Dongzi was even less likely to back down.
"To tell you the truth, I've found them displeasing for a long time, and I was just waiting for an opportunity to teach them a lesson."
Saying that, Dongzi rushed forward and swung his fist.
Zhao Dong and Chen the Fatty were stunned. They didn't expect anyone else to dare to step forward.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the two of them burst into laughter, "There are so many people who don't know their limits these days. Do you really think that you two can oppose me? Let me tell you, in this ghost market, I can do whatever I please as long as I like it."
This truly lived up to the saying that wherever there are people, there is a Jianghu.
Human hearts are the most treacherous, and so-called rules are only designated for the lowest rung of people.
Ye Fan frowned. Chen the Fatty's words made him think of another layer. If Chen the Fatty had no connection with the ghost market, he would never dare to act so recklessly here.
But what was his trump card? Was it just the Feng family? Or the Heavenly King's Mansion?
According to Lei Lao, the ghost market was an entity independent of the three major powers. They were transcendent and their strength was even greater than the three major powers. They should not submit to the Heavenly King's Mansion.
Just as Ye Fan was pondering, both sides had already engaged in combat.
Dongzi was very brave, especially after knowing that the opponent was Chen the Fatty. Dongzi's rage instantly ignited.
Having been abused by Chen the Fatty for years, Dongzi harbored immense hatred for him.
He wished he could flay him alive to vent his anger.
Dongzi's moves were broad and powerful, with a formidable momentum.
The middle-aged man, on the other hand, was very agile, weaving through the thugs and striking from time to time, knocking them to the ground.
The two had completely different styles: one relied on an unstoppable, fierce momentum, while the other used clever strength.
Although Dongzi's fighting style was more visually appealing, the middle-aged man's was more practical.
Within a few minutes, four or five thugs had been subdued by him, and they were lying on the ground, screaming, clearly unable to get up.
As for Dongzi, he had only fought two so far, and although those two were bruised and swollen, they still had the strength to fight.
"It seems this middle-aged man's identity is not simple," Lei Lao said softly to Ye Fan.
Although Lei Lao was not skilled in fighting, he could still discern the nuances.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, "People who have been roaming in tombs for years, none of them are weak. It's just that they don't fully reveal their trump cards. After all, they still have to enter tombs in the future. If they are recognized, it will be dangerous for them."
What Ye Fan said was correct. These tomb robbers all had some skills and hidden techniques, but they rarely revealed them to others.
At this moment, Chen the Fatty and Zhao Dong had grim expressions. They didn't expect these two to be so capable.
After all, they had brought over a dozen thugs this time, but it seemed that these dozen men were not enough to subdue these two.
"Have you all not eaten enough? I hired you, not to embarrass yourselves here."
Chen the Fatty cursed angrily.
Hearing Chen the Fatty's scolding, the thugs began to shout and attacked Dongzi and the middle-aged man frantically.