Huang Ming, with a heart full of terror, was dead as a doornail. Even till his death, he couldn't understand how he turned out to be so weak, unable to withstand even a single attack from Ye Fan—a kick that ended his life. Such a way to die was truly pitiful.
His strength was not weak; even against any one of Han Bihong's ten women, he could handle them.
But now, under Ye Fan's foot, saying Huang Ming was unable to withstand a single blow was not wrong at all.
"Sir, are you alright?" After Huang Ming fell over a group of underlings, a nearby underling quickly helped him up to inquire.
But upon helping him, the clue was discovered: Huang Ming was motionless, except for his soft chest, with bones showing white outside, he wasn't even breathing. Upon discovering this, the underling urgently checked, realizing that Huang Ming was already dead.
"The boss is dead."
"The boss, is actually dead!!"
"How is that possible?"
"How can this be!!"