"Stop looking for Qingxue, I'll join in the fun with you!"
The chilling words echoed throughout the hall, causing Lin Zhaohui and his two companions to drastically change their expressions.
The several bodyguards instantly drew their guns, aiming towards the source of the voice.
However, just as their guns were drawn, a series of gunshots thundered.
The foreheads of these bodyguards each bore a bloody hole, crimson blood mixed with white brain matter splattered out, as their bodies thudded to the ground.
"Damn!"
Seeing this scene, Lin Zhaohui and his two companions twitched in panic. These were Gold Medal Killers, and they had been easily eliminated.
"Ye... Ye Feng!"
Watching the young man slowly descending the stairs, Fang Biao's body trembled, his face showing extreme fear.
Not just him, Fang Lihuang was even worse, falling to the ground butt-first, speechlessly stunned.
