The Little Celestial Master was usually carefree, but today she immediately noticed Feng Jun's expression. "What happened?"
"Nothing much," Feng Jun replied darkly. "I suddenly realized my workload has gotten heavier again. It's annoying."
Only then did Zhong Lijing react, unable to stop herself from asking, "Didn't you kill those scumbags?"
"I killed the scumbags," Feng Jun answered casually. "But I got some news from them. The Mairui people have made another move in the shadows."
That group of scumbags had gathered in a slum. There were more than twenty of them in a dilapidated house, eating and drinking heavily.
Feng Jun did not want to waste words. He directly released his divine sense and knocked everyone unconscious.
By rights, he should have put them into the Spirit Beast Bag next. But he was curious—why had their numbers increased again?
So he deduced what had happened earlier and discovered that these people belonged to a minor gang. Ninety percent of its members were currently here, which was practically the gang's entire force.
But that was not the important part. The important part was that the gang leader—the guy carrying a handgun—had contacted several people of "equal standing" by phone. He said he wanted to deal with two Xia Nation women and hoped they could provide information.
If they gained anything from it, he was willing to give up part of the proceeds.
For people in that line of work, exposing one's own weakness like this was usually inadvisable. But Bass was now full of people taking street photos and selfies everywhere. News that his underlings had been taught a lesson by Xia Nation women might already have spread.
Naturally, that was embarrassing. If he had no intention of taking revenge, he could deny it or ignore it. But since he