"He's dead... dead!" The tattooed man gasped for breath before speaking.
Rumble...
Chen Bonian felt as if thunder had burst around his ears, his body softened, and he collapsed to the ground, his breathing becoming involuntarily rapid.
He couldn't help but think of Su Changfeng's calm demeanor yesterday. Chen Bonian never expected such an outcome in the end.
"Are you sure it's true? Zhao Yijun, is Zhao Yijun really dead?" Chen Bonian asked in a deep voice.
"Really dead. Now those people are all in chaos," the tattooed man said.
Chen Bonian gasped for air, trying to suppress the panic in his heart. Just then, Su Changfeng appeared.
When Bonian saw Su Changfeng, his pupils shrank instantly, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes.
Even now, he couldn't link Zhao Yijun's death with the young man in front of him, but he knew in his heart that this was Su Changfeng's doing!
