This wasn't over yet. Suddenly, Ye Xiaofei stood up with force and channeled all his Spiritual Energy into the soles of his feet, pressing one foot onto Zheng Nantian's chest. The latter's throat sweetened, and a trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth before he passed out.
The onlooking crowd and the waiters were stunned, not because they knew that Zheng Nantian had fainted, but because they thought he was dead.
"You killed him?"
Gao Qianqian looked at the man under Ye Xiaofei's foot and felt that he was dead. She couldn't help but gasp, aware that murder in Zhaoyang was a crime, no, that murder in Huaxia was a crime.
"He's killed someone, help!"
The onlooking men and women of all ages, upon hearing the word 'murder', staggered back a step, some falling to the ground, others screaming in shock. All sorts of reactions were on display.
"You… You killed someone?"
