It Was I Who Killed Him

The two of them were huddled in the corner, locked tightly in each other's arms. Even in death, they seemed to be fighting a battle that shook heaven and earth. If their blood had not flowed out, no one might have noticed they were dead.

Iron Hammer had clearly been assassinated long ago.

Li Ziran swept his gaze across the crowd. His first instinct was not to ask who the murderer was, but how to deal with Iron Hammer's death.

The Red Fan District was at the very moment when it needed to develop at full speed, yet its key helmsman had suddenly died—on the very day of his grand housewarming celebration.

This was clearly a conspiracy.

Yet Li Ziran could not think of any enemies he had. In Hippo Ancient City, he was a newcomer. He had not yet reached the point of making enemies everywhere.

It was very likely one of Iron Hammer's mortal foes. It could also have been a business rival.

The Red Fan District's rapid expansion had offended quite a few slaveowners.

But no matter what, none of them could outweigh Iron Hammer's value to Li Ziran.

He would not allow the Red Fan District, which had only just begun to flourish, to die an untimely death for no reason.

Li Ziran strode quickly toward Iron Hammer. He wanted to see whether the man was truly dead, but someone moved faster. Wailing loudly, a figure rushed out of the crowd and threw himself over Iron Hammer's body.

"Cousin! Who—who killed you?!"

It was the Golden Dwarf, Gold Hammer. With one hand, he shoved aside the woman draped over Iron Hammer's body, while glaring viciously around him.

Only then could they see clearly. Three beauties had pierced straight through Iron Hammer's heart, lower abdomen, and right