"No!"
"Help!"
"Murder!"
"Where are the police?"
These martial artists, who once flaunted their power and considered themselves above all, finally felt like ants. They were no longer high and mighty, just the lowest, most despicable ants.
In this moment, Ye Xiao was the manifestation of Death, the spokesman for demons, the angel of death!
Boom!
With the final explosion, all of those so-called martial artist experts fell to the ground. Most had blood flowing from their bodies, their deaths looking anything but peaceful.
As for Ye Xiao, he seemed not to notice these dead people at all. After he took down all the enemies, he immediately returned to Ryokawa Hemei's side. To him, time was of the essence. Of course, while on his way to Ryokawa Hemei, he sent a text message to Zhou Hao, asking him to come to Lotus Driving School immediately.
Ye Xiao didn't know if more enemies would come, so he needed someone's help.
