"Heh." Feng Jun let out a cold laugh. "Pioneer Bank still has the nerve to ask? Who told you that?"
He Runxian froze for a moment before answering, "It had to be President Bell."
"He actually has the nerve to say that." Feng Jun shook his head helplessly and sighed. "Do you know what he did?"
For He Runxian to have built such a large business, he was no fool. He promptly distanced himself from it. "I truly don't know. What did he do?"
"He had trackers installed on the cargo containers." Feng Jun snorted coldly. "That wasn't something he could have decided alone."
"Trackers?" He Runxian sucked in a sharp breath. He finally understood why Feng Jun was angry. As a broker, what he valued most was his channels. "That's extremely serious. Do you have proof?"
"Proof... do you want witnesses or physical evidence?" Feng Jun sneered. "I have eight people in my hands. I'm still deciding how many to leave alive."
"Hey, hey, sir, don't act rashly," He Runxian hurriedly said. "Once people die, this will blow up."
Human lives were cheap on Border Star, but that was when facing the Insect Race. Under normal social conditions, paying with one's life for murder was still a basic principle. Of course, there were plenty of cases where people escaped punishment through lawyers. After all, this was the Federation, not a centralized unified state.
Feng Jun knew a little about the situation here as well. He knew that running elsewhere after killing someone was no big deal. Without a trial by the Adjudication Bureau, one could not end up on the Black List, at most becoming a wanted suspect.
He still did not fully understand this society's specific mindset and methods of operation, but the consequences of killing someone were