Xu Jin's expression abruptly turned cold. He hadn't expected the investigation to turn on himself—how interesting this was.
"Then keep it flowing!"
Xu Jin was not polite at all anymore.
Zheng Xie's face darkened even more. After pondering for a few moments, he spoke again, "Xu Jin, only if you tell me all the relevant information can I trace back to the real culprit! Tell me, to whom did you sell the Iron Essence and Copper Essence?"
Xu Jin's eyes flickered suddenly.
Zheng Xie's words were quite harsh.
Xu Jin was not stupid!
The crime of trafficking Iron Essence and Copper Essence could be big or small, but if it were sold to people of other forces or countries, it could be adjudged as a national crime.
Just as Xu Jin was contemplating, a flash of green light appeared, and a shadow, swift as a venomous snake, struck at Zheng Xie—it was Liu Qingzhu making a direct attack.
Whiplash Mountain.
