Xu Yunfeng stroked his upturned mustache with a hint of smugness. "It's very simple. Shen Liu has to die."
Shen Liu?
Zeng Anmin remained silent, keeping his eyes on Xu Yunfeng.
"As a martial arts practitioner—a Martial Artist who has entered the Grades—he was perfectly healthy. Yet, in just a few days, he began coughing up blood from an illness and soon passed away. I'm afraid there's something suspicious about this, isn't there?
"If someone tampered with Shen Liu's death, who would be the prime suspect?" Xu Yunfeng's expression was relaxed as he slowly turned to look at Shen Jun. "It must be Shen Jun, who is eager to take over the merchant fleet!"
"Nonsense!"
Shen Jun's face instantly flushed red at Xu Yunfeng's words. He wished he could charge forward right then and there to bite this wretched Observation Department Shangguan to death.
