Chapter 364: Black Street (Part 3)

“I am one of the top five middlemen, after all.” Big Sister said proudly.

Samimi replied calmly, “May I ask where the First Middleman is? This information shouldn’t violate your rules, right?”

“If you can’t provide the intel, I’ll go ask the First one.”

Big Sister’s smile dimmed slightly. “This is an industry rule. It’s not about rank.”

“Even if you find him, he won’t tell you the information you want.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just tell us where the First Middleman is.”

“It’s not like we can’t pay you.”

Samimi’s tone was condescending and full of disdain.

Once she confirmed the other party wouldn’t give up the information, she immediately turned hostile, showing no regard for them.

That speed of switching expressions was truly something else.

Big Sister felt an unprecedented humiliation.

She had seen countless eccentric clients and thought she was used to it.

But this was different.

She could clearly sense it—

This nun before her wasn’t just naive.

She genuinely looked down on her from the bottom of her heart.

That was what made it truly unbearable.

When had she ever been treated like this?

She was one of the legendary middlemen of Black Street.

How could she be pushed around by a few girls who hadn’t even grown their hair in?

She subconsciously glanced at Niubao.

Suddenly realizing a problem—

That beastman nun had come in empty-handed just moments ago.

But now, she was holding the Snake Abyss Sword that had just been sold.

Where had that sword been hidden before?

And where did she pull it out from?

This detail set off alarm bells in her mind.

She slowly opened a drawer, revealing a hidden blade inside.

But in the end—

She didn’t make a move.

“Alright.”

“You don’t have to pay.”

“Consider it a freebie with your purchase.”

She scribbled a note and stamped it with her mark.

“Go to this address, and you’ll find who you’re looking for.”

“Hand this over, and they’ll let you in.”

Suppressing her anger, she maintained what little dignity she had left.

“If you’d just done that from the start.”

Samimi took the paper, her tone still biting.

The three of them turned and left.

The moment the door closed—

Big Sister’s smile vanished completely.

Her rage could no longer be contained.

She called over a thick-skinned bodyguard and brutally took out her frustration on him.

The guards were baffled.

They only knew she’d had an unpleasant chat with those three girls.

But if things went south—

Why not take it out on them?

Why vent on us?

Big Sister slumped into her chair and took a deep drag of her cigarette.

Once she calmed down—

She actually felt a hint of fear.

She vaguely sensed that—

Not making a move had been the right choice.

Though she couldn’t articulate why.

She could only chalk it up to instinct.

Meanwhile—

The three followed the address, delving deeper into Black Street.

They passed through layer after layer of checkpoints.

If not for that mark, they would never have been allowed through.

They kept walking until nightfall—

Before finally reaching their destination.

The heart of Black Street.

A ten-story golden building.

The First Middleman—

The Golden Building.

“It feels like running a quest chain,” Samimi couldn’t help but complain.

“First we find one middleman, and they send us to the next.”

“Throw in another request, and we’d be hitting the main plot.”

“Pure time-wasting.”

Just as they approached the entrance—

“Stop right there.”

The guard blocked them immediately.

“No entry.”

Samimi was already getting annoyed.

She handed over the mark.

But—

The guard glanced at it, then tore it up.

“What trash is this, worthy of our Golden Building?”

“… “

Samimi fell silent.

Only then did she realize—

They had been duped.

The Fifth Middleman’s influence meant nothing here to the First.

The gap was too vast.

“Dammit…”

Going back to settle the score now wasn’t realistic either.

They were stuck.

“How about this?” the guard sneered.

“Give us a little dance, entertain us.”

“Maybe then we’ll let you take a peek inside.”

The people around them burst into laughter.

But—

“Let’s rest for now. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

Samimi didn’t get angry.

She just said it flatly.

Then turned and walked away.

“Take care now—”

The guard was still laughing.

Unaware that—

He had already stepped on a landmine.

The three checked into a nearby assassin hotel.

The entire building was almost exclusively occupied by killers.

The atmosphere was eerie, yet strangely “stable.”

No one meddled in others’ business.

No emotional entanglements.

Everything was cold and orderly.

In a way—

It was even “safer” than the outside world.

“You’re not going to wash up?”

Samimi came out after her shower and saw Fabiana still sitting in her armor.

“Water washes away my sense,” Fabiana muttered quietly.

“… What the hell?”

Samimi didn’t understand.

“I get it,” Niubao nodded.

“I don’t like bathing either. It messes with my combat state after.”

“How do you understand that too?”

Samimi was speechless.

“Forget it, let’s rest.”

She grabbed a chair and sat down, beginning to meditate to recover.

Niubao, meanwhile, claimed the double bed for herself and fell asleep directly.