Finding the True Culprit

Fan Lang stopped Bao Chunguang from performing a grand salute, but a lesser salute was still necessary. It was a sign of respect for the leader and an essential ritual for maintaining the leader's authority.

"Greetings, Alliance Leader!"

Bao Chunguang led everyone in bowing. Behind him stood a thousand-man force, including quite a few Mystic Saint experts. Some gathered together while others stood in orderly ranks along both sides, all dressed in Star Cloud Alliance uniforms.

There was also an old acquaintance among them: the female swordswoman named Frost. She had once fought side by side with Fan Lang and was still the same as before, wearing a Silver Mask and carrying a long, slender straight blade at her waist.

"Enough, rise. Let's talk on the island."

Fan Lang raised a hand slightly and strode toward the thriving interior of the island.

Bao Chunguang and the others accompanied him as they walked and talked.

Once they reached the island, another reception was inevitable. Fan Lang truly ate wherever he went.

During the banquet, Bao Chunguang reported on the Treasure Island Auction. Thanks to an abundant supply of goods, the auction had been operating quite well.

However, there had recently been some trouble. Three batches of goods had been lost, and no one knew who had seized them. Not only had money been lost, but quite a few people had died as well.

The Treasure Island Auction was doing everything it could to investigate the matter and catch the robbers.

The news was rather dampening, but it could not be left unmentioned. Everything had been recorded, and there was no way to conceal it.

Fan Lang's expression remained unchanged, but his body trembled slightly. A streak of light separated from his back and flew out through the window.

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