"No!"
Shu Ya screamed sharply, almost fainting from fright.
"Hahaha, he's dead, finally that bastard is dead!" Liu Bohong laughed loudly, feeling utterly exhilarated as he fired several shots into the sky in celebration.
"Such a tough guy, but in the end, to die at the hands of a woman—it's truly ironic," someone said.
"Since ancient times, heroes have fallen at the beauty gate. This guy, although a martial artist, is after all a man."
"How stupid of Qin Huaiming to do this for a woman. There are so many women in the world, why hang himself upon this one tree?"
Liu Bohong's followers all mocked Hao Jian, finding him ridiculously foolish—it was downright comical. With Hao Jian's strength and status, what woman couldn't he have? Yet he died for one?
"Chop this kid's body into mincemeat to feed the dogs!" Liu Bohong said viciously, his hatred for Hao Jian reaching an almost unimaginable level.
