Crack! Crack!
Accompanied by a series of crisp shattering sounds, the vase Zhou Hui had bumped into was smashed to pieces, and those sharp porcelain shards, like double-edged daggers, stabbed into Zhou Hui's chest from his back, turning his organs into pulp.
He didn't even have time to scream.
"What a piece of crap, it was talked up so much, I actually thought it was going to be something formidable, but it just broke apart so easily..."
With a glance, Ye Feng shook his head in disappointment, looked at Zhou Hui lying in a pool of blood, then turned to Xie Feiyue with a teasing tone, "Old Xie, no offense, but you spent eight million to hire such a waste, that's quite a loss..."
He's dead!
Zhou Hui was actually kicked to death by this kid?!
Xie Feiyue was beyond speech, just staring blankly at Ye Feng, his legs trembling non-stop.