"Boom—"
After He Zhao left the magnificent villa, the huge house behind him instantly erupted in a massive explosion, becoming a brilliant, dazzling firework in the night sky over the Rich District.
He had to admit, a major merchant who had built his fortune on smuggling really lived up to the name. The sheer amount of contraband inside the house was enough to make one's scalp crawl. He honestly had no idea how the man had managed to sleep every night.
He did not even need to modify anything. He simply piled a bunch of contraband together, rigged up a delayed fuse, and detonated it after leaving the room. Easy as could be.
Amid the flames shooting into the sky, he took a few steps to the passenger side. When he opened the door, a headless corpse toppled out and hit the ground with a thud.
That was right. He had broken his word.
Just before arriving at the destination, he had ended the armed guide with a single punch.
Unfortunately, the man's expression of having survived a disaster had only just appeared before it froze forever.
He was just a piece of human trash. There was no need to talk about honor with him.
Besides, He Zhao was no good guy either. Killing a smuggler's lackey was no different from slaughtering a chicken to him. He did not feel the slightest psychological burden.
"Yo, you're awake?"
After closing the car door and getting into the driver's seat, he immediately noticed that the Mind Ascetic, who was tied up in the back row, had begun breathing more rapidly through his nose and mouth. It was no longer as steady as a baby's sleep like when he had gotten out of the car.
"Stop playing dead. In a bit, the two