Plop!
The sound of Hong Yong's body hitting the ground wasn't very loud.
But it was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.
These rich young heirs weren't strangers to seeing reckless youths acting ruthlessly.
But they had never witnessed such vicious, decisive, and fierce methods, like those of a Demon.
The blood flowing like a stream seemed as clear as water in Ye Qingfeng's eyes.
It didn't affect him in the slightest.
But to these young heirs, it was a massive shock.
Their aggressive arrogance.
Now, it vanished, replaced by cold sweat running down their backs.
"I told you, what's the point? Is this fun?"
Ye Qingfeng walked toward Deng Hao.
Deng Hao, who had been leisurely swaying the red wine in his glass.
Now, his wrist went limp.
The wine glass fell to the ground.
His pupils had dilated to the limit.
"Do you know how much it costs to kill someone in Base City, what consequences you have to face?"
Deng Hao's face was pale, but he still shouted.
