Que Huzhe was also someone who had experienced turbulent times and could be considered a significant player in his own right, but today, he was truly frightened.
The severed head on the ground, with eyes bulging out and traces of blood on its nose and mouth, wasn't that Gama, the one who ruled the area as its king?
This former rival, whom he had been unable to stand up to, constantly suppressed by Gama and known by countless people as the perennial runner-up.
How often had he wanted to personally cut off Gama's head to wash away his humiliation, but time and again he realized the large gap between himself and this ruthless man.
And now, this enemy he viewed as his greatest opponent had been beheaded?
"Did you kill him?"
Que Huzhe took a deep breath and then settled back into his office chair, but Ye Ling could see that his legs were clearly shaking, whether from nervousness or excitement.
