The young man's gradually befuddling consciousness finally made him realize something!
He had been played!
His strength was superior to that of the bespectacled young man, his last trump card against Lei Qianjue. The bespectacled young man mysteriously died by Yu Linglong's hand, but before his death, he had contact with Ye Fan.
Now he too had fallen, and the reason was that Ye Fan had just casually placed his hand on his shoulder!
He understood, it must have been Ye Fan who had tampered with something.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because even if he knew the truth, it was already too late to change anything.
Thump!
The young man in the floral shirt fell into the pool of blood, a loud noise causing Lei Qianjue, whose eyes had already closed, to open them once more, looking at his chest with some confusion.
No scars, no wounds?
He wasn't dead?
"What... what's going on..." He hadn't died, yet the assassin who wanted him dead was suddenly killed by his own weapon?
