"Some absolute, huh!
Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, ah," he was quite covetous too, alright. Although the secret had been carried to the grave by the old beggar, he had his own intelligence system. As long as he made good use of the intel, especially the fifth piece of information from the second-level intelligence system, which could be directed.
He would be able to unravel this secret bit by bit.
That was his advantage!
Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms!
A glint of brilliance flashed through Chen Jie's eyes.
The grave was ready, and several underlings from the Fishing Guild threw the body of the old beggar into the pit. Chen Jie, in order to gain more related intelligence, actually picked up a shovel and personally covered the old beggar with two spadefuls of dirt.
In the end, Chen Jie even found a piece of wood and carved on it "Grave of the Old Leader of the Beggar Sect!"
