Wealth?!
Looking at Liu Lie's corpse, Xia Ping couldn't help sneering. What did a mere ten billion in Blood Hand Organization's wealth amount to? It was dirty money that couldn't see the light of day. Taking it would only bring trouble.
Just the money he earned from writing novels now brought him over a billion Federal Coins a year.
Not to mention, once he joined Giant Corporation, his martial arts cultivation would rise by leaps and bounds. In the future, he'd earn more than that just by hunting monsters. To think such a paltry sum could tempt him was laughably naive!
"Let's go. The trial is over."
Xia Ping glanced coolly at Liu Lie's corpse and turned to leave. He'd wiped out most of the elite forces from the three major gangs. No one could stop him now.
Whoosh!
His figure flashed as he headed for Black Moon City's airport, quickly disappearing from sight.
Some time after Xia Ping left, word got out that he'd personally killed Liu Lie in public, then set a trap that buried most of the elite forces from the three major gangs.
The news sent all of Black Moon City into an uproar.
"A devil! Desolate is an absolute devil!"
"He's ruthless! He buried the elite forces from all three major gangs in one fell swoop. Who knows how many people he killed? Those three underworld organizations have probably suffered a crippling blow."
"How are they supposed to recover? Those were Martial Artist Realm experts, not cabbages. You can't just recruit more whenever you want!"
"He's downright brutal. They say Blood Hand Organization Crown Prince Liu Lie barely survived the explosion, but Desolate personally chased him for nine blocks before killing him in public. He smashed his head in. It was a gruesome death."