Sange grinned to himself. This place was full of what he thrived on. Cunning and intellect. The Zoidian stroad through the streets of the bazaar in his strange black leather outfit. From the outskirts of the crusty town, Emperor stood, looking impossing, the sun relfecting off of his black and purple Darkness Hell Armor. He too enjoyed the atmosphere. Bio Zoids weren't too common, so the attention he got was entertaining to say the least.
There was another in the Iron Stallion today. A man who was wealthy but bored. Valon Nightshade thrived on things like this as well but for a different reason. He liked danger. And this...was the epitome. Valon didn't buy anything but just kept walking, enjoying the time away from his family and the hustle and bustle of a multi-million dollar company.