'Alright, the bald guy hosting the Ghost Market is dead, I don't need to pay the stall fee, plus I get an extra 20% income.'
Su Que looked at the headless corpse of the bald man, pondering.
Clearly, this bald guy could have established a normal business relationship with him, but he insisted on throwing money and his life at him.
Su Que squatted down and quickly searched the bald man's body.
In an instant, he pulled out five silver notes and a small bag of broken silver from the man's clothes.
A rough glance revealed more than five hundred taels.
While Su Que was looting the corpse, the bald man's subordinates immediately bolted for the door of the hall.
'Trying to run?'
Su Que looked at the bald man's subordinates.
If these people got away, they would definitely report what happened here to the Zaiyang Sect.
He still had to set up his stall in the Ghost Market and did not want to be disturbed by the Zaiyang Sect.
