The atmosphere within the private room was oppressively stifling!
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the bloodied and mangled figure lying on the floor, their eyes filled with horror.
They simply couldn't reconcile this figure with the Silver Boxing King who once dominated the ring.
Huang Batian was both shocked and furious, his eyes staring coldly at the dying Ah Sheng, the icy light in his pupils splashing out.
"How many moves did that person use?"
Huang Batian's palms were trembling slightly as he asked the three men in black standing in the private room.
The three men were extremely pale, with a hint of joy at having survived a catastrophe, but also boundless fear, as if they had just returned from the Ghost Gate, still unsettled.
"That person only threw one whip kick, and on the second move, he grabbed Brother Sheng's ankle and used him like a club to smash around the hotel..."
One of the men had no choice but to toughen up and reply.
