Kim Jong-tae's hand stopped, but a cold light appeared in his eyes.

This time, Ye Chen was ridiculed and looked down upon by the other three countries.

Especially because he was looked down upon by Kang Tianxiong of Yangguo, this was very humiliating for Kim Jong-tae.

Why do people in Yang look down on the Chinese people in Yang?

Aren't their ninjas all trash?

But now, I volunteered to come here to kill Ye Chen.

Unexpectedly, the first sentence Ye Chen said to meet was to threaten him, which was even more exciting and humiliating for him.

Kim Jong-tai turned around slowly and looked at Ye Chen with sharp eyes.

Ye Chen looked at Jin Zhongtai's tall and fat body, but a trace of despised mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You are looking for death without knowing your life or death."

"You are Ye Chen?" Jin Zhongtai's voice was cold and sharp, just like winter ice water.

When Li Lingshuang saw Ye Chen, she seemed to see the savior, completely relaxed, and sat on the ground with a plop.

Ye Chen saw that Li Lingshuang's right ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, and her arms were scratched.

My heart aches, and my eyes looked at Kim Jong-tae even colder, "You were sent by Park Sung-nam."

"Yes, I'm here to kill you."

Kim Jong-tae stood proudly behind her hands, and she was disdainful of Ye Chen at all.

Ye Chen didn't care, but just asked calmly: "Is there anything else I want to say?"

Ye Chen smiled coldly and said, "This may be the last time you talked in this world."

"I want to say you have to die."

Kim Jong-tae was so angry that he exerted force with his feet. The marble on the ground raked and once again became countless pieces of fragments.

"Be careful Ye Chen! His palms are also very powerful." Li Yunxiang shouted from upstairs, rubbing his pained waist.

Ye Chen stared at Kim Jong-tae's face, "You can be considered a master of the country..."

He didn't say anything later, but just shook his head slightly, revealing endless ridicule.

"What does it mean?" Kim Jong-tae asked angrily.

"Bangguo is so useless." Ye Chen finished speaking, and his right palm slapped Kim Jong-tae.

"You are the waste!"

Jin Zhongtai was furious and swung his fists towards Ye Chen's left and right temples.

Ye Chen stood there, still with his hands and sneered.

With a snap.

Ye Chen slapped Kim Jong-tae's right cheek.

Jin Zhongtai's fierce attacking fists drooped down the moment they were about to touch Ye Chen's temple, as if they were instantly sucked in their strength.

Kim Jong-tae's entire body seemed to be instantly taken away. She shook it twice and slowly fell toward the ground.

Ye Chen raised his hand and thumped Kim Jong-tae's clothes, "There are waste every year, but this year there are more."

He pulled Kim Jong-tae, mopped his feet and walked outside.

Kim Jong-tae is now awake, but he is weak all over, like a useless person.

Kim Jong-tae was dragged by Ye Chen like this, and she was angry and humiliated, but she had no ability to resist.

Ye Chen dragged Jin Zhongtai to the gate of the Li family's villa and hung it directly on the door frame.

Kim Jong-tae was hanging there softly, like a doll.

The Li family’s villa is in a relatively quiet place in this villa community, so there is no one usually.

Kim Jong-tae was hung there, like a hanged ghost.

Kim Jong-tae never dreamed that he, who thought he was a master, was not enough for Ye Chen to slap him with a slap.

He used to look down on the Ninja Association, but now he knew that even if he brought the Xuanyi Sect, he would just increase it and give up the waste.

He was humiliated.

He was angry.

But helpless.

Floating in the night wind, like a candle in the wind.

He knew that he had become a useless person.

I can never stand up again.

Ye Chen turned around and returned to the villa.

Qin Yibing had already helped Li Lingshuang on the sofa.


Chapter completed!