"Hah... hah! I've never wanted to kill someone this badly before. Really!" Setting everything else aside, Jiu Ming really did find that black-market dealer again. Perhaps the other man had never imagined Jiu Ming would return alive.
The moment he saw Jiu Ming, the man's eyes bulged enormously, as though he had seen a ghost. And he really had seen a ghost. The expression on his face—How could you possibly be alive?—was especially vivid.
"Don't... I was wrong." After his initial terror, the black-market dealer immediately realized he was done for. None of the conversion furnaces he had sold before had ever brought back repeat customers... Either the thing malfunctioned outright and blew its unsuspecting user to death, or it ran steadily.
Well, the former was more likely. After all, they were black-market goods.
So Jiu Ming's arrival had given him a tremendous shock.
"Wrong?" With a cold grin curling his lips, Jiu Ming looked at the rat-faced black-market dealer he had by the collar. "Good that you admit it. So what are you planning to do about it?"
"A refund?"
Bang! The wall beside them caved in, spiderweb cracks spreading across it. "Tsk, tsk. At a time like this, you're still thinking that?"
Thinking of how C.C. had looked then made Jiu Ming burn with anger. Even though they had known each other for less than three days, this disaster had started because of him. She had been dragged into it for no reason at all. Ah, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got!
"Cough, cough, I'll compensate you! I'll pay!" The black-market dealer was in decent physical shape. After taking that hit, he only coughed a few times without even spitting blood. But he had no intention of resisting. Jiu Ming had caught and subdued