"Speak!"
Qin Fan's steps halted. His back was to the two men living in a state worse than death as he spoke, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Zhou Yihang! It was Mr. Zhou Yihang! Give us a quick death! Quick! AHHH!" the two men screamed in unison, their bloody fingers still clawing relentlessly at their grotesque bodies.
Zhou Yihang? So that ungrateful wretch was really involved in this?
At that moment, the murderous intent radiating from Qin Fan peaked. Without turning back, he gathered True Qi in his hand and struck out behind him with a palm-edge strike that cut through the air.
As his hand fell, a sound arose!
The two men in white let out a simultaneous, muffled groan. They felt as if a train had slammed into their chests, and then blood sprayed violently from their mouths. With smiles of relief spreading across their faces, they slowly closed their eyes, finally granted a quick death.
