Ye Feng released his hand with a dark expression. His heart felt empty.
For such a long time, Niu Sidun's existence could be said to be the driving force for his continuous improvement.
He knew that only by becoming stronger could he resist the other party's revenge.
But now, this opponent had suddenly died just like that. This time, he was really dead, and there were so many suspicious points left behind. This made him somewhat at a loss.
"Yeah, we won, we won!"
"The 6 of Clubs is dead. He's dead. We won!"
"Mr. Ye is mighty. Long live Mr. Ye…"
Unlike him, who was worried about his gains and losses, the others were celebrating crazily.
The terrifying strength that Niu Sidun had displayed today was obvious to all. They had already lost all hope and thought that they would die today.
They did not expect that Ye Feng could turn the tide by himself and successfully kill him.