The Murder Case

Yes!

It could only be a Martial Artist!

Although, judging by his own understanding, he had no idea what level of Martial Artist could accomplish something like this.

But at the very least, with such methods, no one in Gordon City—a city that had devoted itself entirely to developing technology—could do it.

But hadn't Gordon City banned Martial Artists from appearing?

How had this tiny Luowu Junkyard attracted a Martial Artist?

What had he come here to do?

Manager Qian's mind instantly became a tangled mess.

"You... you... who are you..."

"What... do you mean by that?"

From what the other man had just said, it seemed he intended to kill him?

And the reason seemed to be that Manager Qian had cheated someone out of their money?

Heaven knew, he was in the recycling business!

He dealt with scavengers from the entire Luowu Junkyard, as well as several other nearby junkyards. The number of people he had cheated was beyond counting!

The other man had merely mentioned it in passing. How could Manager Qian possibly remember which person had returned for revenge?

What he found even more incomprehensible was that there was another point that simply did not make sense.

The people he cheated were all impoverished people from the lowest rungs of society, yet the person who had come today was a Martial Artist.

How had these two utterly unrelated groups become entangled?

Faced with Manager Qian's confusion,

Jiang Fan gave a cold laugh.

"Looks like you've harmed too many people to remember!"

"In that case, I'll let you die knowing exactly why!"

"A pile of equipment worth at least 20,000 Star Coins—you turned around and used this gang of thugs to force the price down to 10,000 Star Coins!"

"You swallowed a profit of 10,000 Star Coins