"Dead! Everybody gotta~~love, love, love, love, love..."
Just this one line of lyrics almost blew Han Lie's skull off.
Completely dumbfounded!
And that was the general reaction from everyone in the room.
Not only was Brother Lie wearing a mask of agony, but the hand holding his phone was trembling non-stop, like a Parkinson's patient.
When Chen Yanfei sang, it wasn't about whether it sounded good or bad...
When it comes to kung fu, it's simple: one horizontal, one vertical. The skilled stand, the unskilled fall!
And she was a top-tier master, her skill a true killing art, honed to the very marrow of her bones.
When she made her move, she was the only one left standing; everyone else had to fall!
Brother Lie, quivering, held up his phone, feeling as if he'd captured something truly extraordinary.
