Yuan Jie instinctively recoiled, shuffling backward on his butt, "No! You can't kill me! I'm Yuan Zhizhong's son! I can't die!"
Just then, the phone rang. Yuan Jie burst into laughter, "It's my dad calling, I'm saved, I'm saved!"
He quickly answered, "Dad! Save me! Help! Send hundreds of people, I want them dead!"
Ming Zhitian didn't stop him, waiting to see what trick he had up his sleeve. Yuan Zhizhong on the other end said, "Point the phone at them, I have something to say."
Yuan Jie held the receiver towards Ming Zhitian and the other person, his face smug and pathetic, "Hahahaha, you're dead. If you know what's good for you, get down on your knees now and beg for forgiveness, no, you have to kowtow and beg for forgiveness. I'll consider whether to forgive you. Oh, and Wang Guo, send your sister into my arms, naked, hahahaha..."
Wang Guo gritted his teeth, but he dared not act rashly. Yuan Zhizhong being the second-in-command of Miao Hai City meant he was not to be trifled with.
Ming Zhitian stepped forward, glaring at Yuan Jie, "Are you talking a bit too much?"
Yuan Jie shivered at the hellish gaze and choked, not daring to speak further.
Ming Zhitian spoke leisurely, "Yuan Zhizhong? Heh, if you had pleaded with me, perhaps I would have been soft-hearted and might have spared your dog-son's life. But now, it's too late."
"What?" Yuan Zhizhong was stunned.
"Bang!" Ming Zhitian punched Yuan Jie's head, and hot blood splattered all over the phone. Yuan Zhizhong heard it clearly. The hand holding the phone trembled. At that moment, he knew with absolute certainty that his son had been killed.
Yuan Zhizhong slammed the phone down and cursed, "I'll fuck your overlord chicken!"
Wang Guo couldn't believe Ming Zhitian dared to kill Yuan Jie. When he snapped back to reality, he immediately reached for his phone.
Ming Zhitian asked, "Wang Guo, what are you doing?"
Wang Guo stammered, "I need to call for help quickly, for you to run. You killed Yuan Jie, and you probably can't stay in Miao Hai City anymore. Before Yuan Zhizhong finds you, you should quickly..."
Ming Zhitian interrupted, "You're overthinking it. I don't plan on leaving."
Wang Guo waved his hand, "I know you're a good fighter, perhaps even stronger than me, but even the strongest fist can't fend off many opponents. You should listen to me and go into hiding for a while."
Ming Zhitian also waved his hand, "Do you think I, Ming Zhitian, am that kind of person? If I leave, Yuan Zhizhong will surely take his anger out on you. I won't abandon your Wang family. Don't worry, I can handle it."
"Good brother!" Wang Guo patted his shoulder.
Ming Zhitian nodded, then walked over to Xiao Hong and Wang Qianqian. Ming Zhitian comforted them, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences. Life is unpredictable; face it with a smile."
Wang Qianqian wiped her snot, "Thank you."
Qu Wanning sent people to prepare for the funeral and handle the aftermath. Everyone was busy and tired tonight, some packing, some mourning. It was destined to be a sleepless night.
The next day, while everyone was still asleep, they suddenly heard shouting from outside the door, "Who is Ming Zhitian? Come out and die!"
"Come out quickly! Ming Zhitian? Come out early, and we'll leave you a whole corpse!"
The two shouting were Meng Tian and Kai Luo. Basa Mala stood silently beside them, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.
Before they had even washed up, everyone quickly put on their clothes and came out, only to be shocked by the sight of the three men! Wang Zhe stumbled, almost falling. Qu Wanning supported him, looking solemnly at the three figures towering above them.