"Ah, fool, silly child!"
Yang Liehuo rushed forward and dragged the collapsed Zhang Zhikai. At this moment, Zhang Zhikai's jaw was gushing blood, and he already had no consciousness or breath, dying painlessly. The greatest torment might have been the fear he experienced from the moment he was exposed till now.
The crowd was silent; everyone's thoughts were different. Some were impressed by Zhang Su's calm demeanor, some were horrified by the blood flowing from Zhang Zhikai's chin, some felt solemn witnessing Zhang Su's iron-handed approach, and there were also those heartless folks who were merely watching the spectacle.
No matter what feelings everyone had, no one felt sad about Zhang Zhikai's death, except...
"Grandpa Huo..."
Su Xiaoya emerged from the crowd and approached the crouching Yang Liehuo, holding his shoulder. "Don't be sad anymore. Brother Zhikai, he..."
