When Your Heart is Ugly, It Cannot Be Cured!

'Dead… he's dead!'

Sikong Jing and the old man were in complete shock from what they saw——The trump of Thai boxing was dead.

Three moves!

Break his leg in the first movement!

Break his knee in the second movement!

Kill him in the third movement!

'That's… that's impossible!'

Sikong Jing and the old man trembled in disbelief.

They could never imagine that the trump of Thai boxing, the top bodyguard of Sikong Clan could be killed in three movements.

If this event was exposed to the public, it would definitely arouse shock across northern China!

Sikong Jing and the old man fixated onto Iron Mountain simultaneously.

They found Iron Mountain's eyes were scarlet as his face was full of ferocious intent a like a real devil. When they looked at his face, their blood froze!

However, the one who shocked them the most was Ye Feng who was still sitting on a willow branch.