As Feng Mu diverted his hatred while burying the bodies, Ma Bin was busy hanging up the phone.
First, he recorded everything the other person was blackmailing him for in his notebook.
He was always prudent in his actions, even when he had no intention of keeping his promise, thinking about betraying and killing to eliminate witnesses; he would still prepare everything as expected.
Staring at his notebook for a while, Ma Bin's eyes showed a hint of suspicion: "I understand the unsequenced cash and melted gold, but why demand Black Core?"
Ma Bin didn't know much about Black Core, but he had heard that it was dirty stuff left behind after burning Calamity Corpses.
Ma Bin frowned: "I've never heard of this stuff having any special value?"
Despite his suspicion, since the man swore that the black market stockpile had buyers, he would send a subordinate to find them.
"100 pounds is quite a lot; is it related to Evil Sacrifice or..."
