Resources Stolen!

My Martial Arts Are Not Moral, Main Volume: Resources Stolen! A colleague who was a Martial Momentum expert had died without the slightest ability to resist. Xin Jing sat blankly in his chair, trembling as he withdrew his hand. His limbs felt ice-cold, devoid of even a trace of warmth.

The wanted criminal they had searched for endlessly without finding the slightest clue was right before him, yet he could barely summon the courage to make an arrest.

There was no other reason. The faint aura emanating from him, deep and unfathomable as the sea, was simply too terrifying. Compared to him, what difference did Xin Jing's Martial Dao cultivation make, whether he had it or not?

Bracing himself against the armrest, Xin Jing barely forced himself to stand. He gave a bitter laugh. After Inspector Zeng's death, he had no way out.

He wanted to kneel and surrender, but that would mean abandoning his entire family from that moment onward.

After betraying Great Abyss, he had no connections that could get his wife, children, and elderly relatives out of Abyss Metropolis.

His Majesty had personally bestowed upon these officials residences in the land-starved Abyss Capital. It was a favor, yes, but was it not also another kind of safeguard—imprisonment?

Either he abandoned his loved ones and survived alone, or he chose...

His Heaven Gate Acupoint trembled, and his Essence condensed into a faint phantom. Xin Jing let out a furious roar, as though trying to shatter the fear lingering in his heart.

This punch contained his strongest strike, as well as his final eruption.

To die in battle here was his only retreat, and also the final answer he could submit to His Majesty.

The instant he threw his punch, Chen Xu did not appear to make any move.