"Bang!"
A muffled sound was heard.
Silver Snake's breastbone shattered in an instant; his chest caved in completely under that palm strike.
Silver Snake's face drastically changed as he spewed a mouthful of black blood.
He then flew backward, crashing precisely onto the roof of the Mercedes he'd driven earlier, collapsing its entire top.
Silver Snake's eyes rolled back as he soon stopped breathing; he was clearly dead.
After all, his chest had been utterly crushed by Chen Feng; there was no chance of survival—he was as dead as one could be.
"Brother!"
Fire Fox looked at the now-deceased Silver Snake, completely shattered, tears uncontrollably falling, overwhelmed by sorrow to the extreme.
The siblings indeed had a hard life.
Orphaned at a young age, they survived on the streets in hunger and cold, living off scraps from the trash.
Just as they were about to perish on the streets, Negan, the leader of the Night Shura Killer Group, took them in.
