He had killed so many people.
It was inevitable that trouble would follow.
Ye Fei immediately dialed Yi Wujie's phone.
"Mr. Yi..."
Before Ye Fei could finish, Yi Wujie already started laughing on the other end of the line.
Yi Wujie took the initiative, "Don't worry, after today, no one will dare to trouble you. I'll take care of everything!"
The call ended.
The faint red murderous aura in Ye Fei's eyes gradually dissipated.
It seemed that Yi Wujie's power was even more formidable than he had thought.
Ye Fei rushed back home immediately.
The people from the Combat Department had arrived.
Wang Jianglong's eyes were red, and tears were falling, the pain unbearable.
It's not common for a man to shed tears, only when he hasn't reached the point of utter heartbreak.
How could he not feel heartbroken when his four comrades-in-arms, with whom he shared life-and-death bonds, were dead?
Ye Fei was at a loss for words for a moment.
