Late at night, within the villa where Chen Hu resided, it was pitch black. Chen Hu and his three henchmen were all dead, especially Chen Hu, who was nailed to the wall in the middle of the room with a dagger through his throat, his eyes wide with a look of horror.
Not long after Ye Tianchen had left, two figures scaled the walls and rushed in. They had been tracking Ye Tianchen and ultimately arrived here.
The two figures slowly made their way to Chen Hu's room, and when they saw the corpses of the three henchmen and Chen Hu, nailed to the wall and bled dry, they couldn't help but be startled.
"This kid is ruthless enough, killing everyone," one of them said, frowning.
"Every one of them a kill with a single strike, quite impressive," another remarked as he examined the three corpses on the floor, unable to hide his astonishment.
"Could it be that the joke of the entire Capital City has truly had a sudden surge in potential?"
