บท 900: Wealth

Meanwhile, in Naveya's wealthy district, a bunch of shady people were gathering in an independent building equipped with a garden.

It was a wealthy merchant's house. The merchant was well-known by all because he donated tons of offerings to Wealth Temple.

Everyone pictured him as a devoted believer but at this moment inside his study room, the wealthy merchant was standing in front of a crowd with a heavy expression.

Even more so when all the disguises in the crowd were removed, showing their injured conditions to the merchant, his heavy expression worsened.

Unconsciously, the merchant looked at a middle-aged man in the crowd.

The middle-aged man was similar to the others, his arm was bandaged; his face looked normal but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

It was because of those sharp eyes, it made the middle-aged man stand out from the crowd.

Despite being injured, he still possessed a presence that others couldn't neglect.