Yang Ming's eyes widened and were filled with horror!
He wanted to break free, but realized that it was impossible.
"Don't…"
Before he could finish, Han Yun exerted strength, and…
Bang!
Yang Ming turned into a pool of blood! He was dead!
The crowd gasped and took a step back and shut their mouths, not even daring to breathe.
Then, Han Yun's gaze fell on Ye Chen again. "Did you do all this?"
"So what if I did?"
Ye Chen's attitude did not change despite seeing this scene. He was not afraid of Han Yun!
Little Gold was here, and there was still Xue Qiye!
What did he have to fear?
Han Yun narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled. Then, he waved his arm gently, and a gust of wind swept out, turning the entire door into dust.
"I don't like other people's blood. I'm a germaphobe."
"I should have killed you, but now I'm a little interested in you, very interested…"
