What in the world is going on here!?
Prince Schumacher stiffly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the young Easterner's face—the face of Chen Fei, Young Master Chen. His expression was complex, and for a long time, he was speechless.
Chen Fei, however, paid them no mind. His foot remained planted on Bishop Hales's chest, and then… he suddenly began to apply more force.
BANG!
"Gah—save… save me… Prince Schumacher, save me!"
Bishop Hales instantly spat out a mouthful of blood. The area of his chest caved in under Chen Fei's foot, and his breathing became labored. Terrified out of his wits, he finally began to beg for mercy, his face pale as he coughed. "Save me!"
The scene fell deathly silent once more.
Aside from Mardo, who could still regard Chen Fei with a trace of complexity, everyone else's eyes were filled with disbelief, even shock.
