In the gloomy bomb shelter’s black market, yellow tungsten bulbs hanging overhead every ten meters or so were illuminating the place dimly.
The reason the lighting was poor was that the air quality underground was really bad.
The black market definitely did not lack money since everyone was required to pay 10,000 perak before entering. Logically speaking, they could clearly renovate the underground to make it a little better and brighter.
But the people at the black market did not do so. It was as though this place was specially designed so everyone had a chance of survival in the dim lighting. If no one could see each other’s faces clearly, it would be easier to keep their identities hidden.
Fortunately, Milo and Miriam were not pampered people. They had survived in worse environments than this before.
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