The slave market was quiet, and there were more than a few in the city. It was like a high-end appliance store, a normal enough establishment.,The sound of the fat woman's snores echoed continuously through the hall. Lawrence, not wanting to cause trouble, endured it, while Malov, his face betraying his displeasure, soon walked over there.,Lawrence glanced out the door. The door that he had just gone through was wide open.。