The mental strength of a seventh rank Grandmaster wasn't enough to instantly kill a sixth rank martial artist.
But Andrew...
At this time, the staff of the Martial Arts Administration quickly entered the high-end restaurant.
They started to clean up the corpse and deal with the follow-up matters.
Andrew shouted, "Wait, the weapon on his body is mine!"
A B-grade composite metal saber and a B-grade composite metal armor, their total value was 13 to 14 million.
Of course, to Andrew, money was just a number.
What he cared about were the strengthening points.
"Oh right, Chief Charles, I killed several evil fighters. Isn't it considered a meritorious deed? Shouldn't your Martial Arts Administration reward me?"
Charles was stunned.