Looking at the corpses, Jiang Changkong really wanted to say one thing: poor bastards.
Fang Chenggong had 360; Zhuang Xuanqing and Song Jun had 43 each; Zhang Tao and Li He had 10 each.
If not for the mindset that even a mosquito's leg was still meat, Jiang Changkong could not have been bothered to extract them.
As for Zhou Wen's surveillance, Jiang Changkong had told Zhou Wen to shut it off the moment the bomb exploded, so nothing would have been recorded.
Flames rose in his palm. Then the blaze surged, burning the corpses to ashes.
Fire flared beneath Jiang Changkong's feet, and he transformed into a streak of flame as he departed.
When he arrived near the Martial Market, Cao Ye had not yet come. Jiang Changkong was in no hurry.
He used the Starlight Surveillance Device to monitor Cao Ye's every move.
By the time Cao Ye arrived at the Martial Market, it was already seven or eight in the evening.
He found a man in black and headed for the location Jiang Changkong had designated.
After they had been walking for a while, Jiang Changkong checked the time, changed into a black robe, directly knocked out a man in black, and took his phone.
He dialed a number. A deep voice came from the other end. "Who is this?"
"Liu Feng, the whereabouts of one hundred Star Stones are here."
Jiang Changkong sent over an address and hung up.
He slipped into the weeds. Once he had left the surveillance range, Jiang Changkong carried the device with him, stepped on fire, and streaked through the night like a flame.
Before Jiang Changkong had gone far, he discovered a group of black-clad people following behind him.
Were they military personnel?
Jiang Changkong was uncertain, and his pace