"They are the true masterminds. I had no choice but to agree to their demands."
With a thud, Yu Minghui knelt on the ground, desperately begging for mercy.
Although he was much older than Jiang Fan, as a small person, he had no sense of shame.
If kneeling could save his life, he wouldn't hesitate to do it.
At the same time, he dumped all the blame onto his dead companions.
After all, both of their heads had been blasted apart, dead long ago, and unable to refute him.
Boom!
Before Yu Minghui could finish speaking, Jiang Fan flicked his fingers lightly, sending another fireball crashing down.
He had no intention of giving this guy any chance at all.
In an instant, the fireball pierced through his heart.
A huge bloody hole appeared in his chest.
"This, this."
Yu Minghui's eyes widened in astonishment.
He didn't expect this guy to be so ruthless.
With no intent to hear any of his explanations, he struck directly and slaughtered him.