"Wang Yan is finished,"
Wu Yifan said with a face full of terror.
"What! Wang Yan is finished!"
"How is that possible!"
Wu Zhengying's body instinctively shuddered, and his pupils dilated.
He knew all too well who Wang Yan was.
That was the "guardian deity" assigned to Wu Corporation by the Zhentian Group!
He possessed strength beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
He had seen for himself what Wang Yan was capable of!
One punch to kill a cow, one kick to break through steel-reinforced concrete walls.
Such terror!
And to think that Zhang Xiaofan could finish him!
"Dad, I'm not lying to you, Wang Yan was really taken down by Zhang Xiaofan, with just two palm strikes. He lost a hand and is now lying on the ground, gasping for breath,"
said Wu Yifan loudly, driven by fear.
Crack!
Wu Zhengying's iPhone 13 fell to the ground, the screen shattering.
And he himself just slumped to the ground, as if he'd lost his soul.
