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.
Andrew smiled and said, "I heard that the environment here in Waterfront Flower City Villas is quite good. My house is being renovated, and I'm a Grandmaster. How inappropriate is it for me to stay in a hotel?"
