Yi Long received the news of Kong Erhu's death, and at first, he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Later, once he confirmed the facts, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
His face filled with terror, he murmured, "It must have been him who took action."
"Damn it, so quickly, he's started to clean up the mess."
Yang Fei and Fan Yi looked at Yi Long in surprise.
Both of them were somewhat confused.
As a special forces soldier who had seen real combat,
He had rolled through gunfire and over dead bodies.
Who could be so fearsome as to scare him like this?
Yang Fei couldn't stand the sight of Yi Long's fear.
He cursed, "What are you rambling about, who is he?"
Yi Long cautiously glanced around, his demeanor one of walking on thin ice.
He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper,
"I suspect that Kong Erhu's death was the work of Golden Buddha from the Provincial City."
"Damn it, are you sure?"
Yang Fei frowned, his eyes fixed on Yi Long.