"Jiuyuan!"
Many people whispered reverently, stepping aside to make way.
Pang Jian's heart trembled slightly, but his face showed no change; he remained seated, motionless.
In his mind, the image of Bai Wei clutching the torn pieces of her storage bag, committing suicide by poison, and then being discarded amongst the rocks on Ice Rock Island surfaced once again.
Zhao Ling, Meng Qiulan, Wu Yi—each corpse with its tragic death—also flashed through his mind.
Jiuyuan, was indeed the mastermind orchestrating everything from behind.
"Little brother, we meet again."
Jiuyuan approached with an imposing air, and even before he reached Pang Jian's stall, he let out a hearty laugh from afar.
To the unaware, it seemed as if he and Pang Jian were old acquaintances with a very good relationship.
"Jiuyuan, you..."
Madam Hua's brows furrowed tightly.
"Haha, Hong Jian, Pang Jian!"
Jiuyuan suddenly flashed a sinister grin.
