Facing Jiang Changkong's interrogation, He Long and Lu Wuhai both wore exceptionally ugly expressions.
"We want to know who did it too. My Life-Death Arena has been sealed off."
He Long's face darkened, vicious light glinting in his eyes.
Jiang Changkong sneered, his long blade pointing at the two of them. "Were you planning to capture me and hand me over to the military?
Go ahead and try. See whether you can keep me here. If you fail, then the dead won't be limited to these people."
A smile suddenly bloomed across He Long's cold face. "Brother, you must be joking. Let's talk inside."
"There's nothing to discuss. First, hand over whoever sold me out. Second, compensate me with Star Stones."
Jiang Changkong snorted coldly and refused to enter the house.
Once he entered the stone house, this fellow could ramble on about this and that, dragging out the time. That would be troublesome.
Besides, He Long had gathered big shots like Ma Jinwu. They had not left the Martial Market.
If they came over, he was afraid he would not be able to get away for a while.
The sounds of their recent clash had already drawn attention nearby, but intimidated by He Long's authority, no one dared approach.
Lu Wuhai's expression darkened. "You hid the Star Stones yourself. You should have been the only one who knew about them."
"Is that so? Don't think I don't know that it was your men who led the military there!
Now it seems you had been watching me all along. Was it because I got fifteen consecutive victories and ruined your business?"
Jiang Changkong had long prepared his excuse. He said coldly, "You owe me compensation. Hand over the Star Stones within three breaths."
"Brother, everything can—"
Bang
Blade qi tore