With Zhang Zexu's sudden death, the entire racecourse felt as if it had been plunged into a world of icy tundras and snow, chilling to the bone with a profound and endless cold!
Su Chen's ruthlessness, decisiveness, and insanity were something no one had anticipated.
Zheng Yifan and the two others were nearly biting their teeth to pieces, trembling all over, feeling fortunate that they hadn't sought death like Zhang Zexu had done.
Had not Zhang Zexu been so arrogantly self-assured, believing that he could simply snuff out an 'ordinary' Su Chen, would he have ended up a corpse?
An ordinary person, Su Chen? Hah... He was nothing short of a God of Slaughter, a fearless killer!
Even so, Zheng Yifan and his companions subconsciously felt that Su Chen was done for.
To kill Zhang Yuyi's only son in front of him, it wasn't merely seeking death, it was an outright suicide!
