"What business does Manager Xiong have?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"Did Lu Daoist personally slay the poisoned chief of the sand bandits a few days ago?" Xiong Li, with a serious tone and not beating around the bush, asked straightforwardly.
In Dongque City, the sand bandits had their own channels for passing on messages. The Nine Tribes had rooted here for thousands of years, so how could they be inferior to foreign sand bandits in this aspect?
In fact, the Giant Bear Tribe, like the other eight major tribes, also had its intelligence sources. It was not necessarily about taking any action, but rather about not wanting to be deaf to the goings-on.
The other eight tribes were the same.
Thus, the news of Lu Qingshan's entry into the city with a sword stroke in Dongque City had already spread among the other eight major tribes by this time.
"It was indeed I," Lu Qingshan nodded, fully aware of the intricacies and not avoiding this matter.