The two Indian masters dispersed like birds and beasts, leaving only Ye Qiu in the middle of the courtyard, attracting everyone's gaze.
What they did not know was that those two Indian masters were actually already dead.
Xu Shaohua's face turned pale, having spent a hefty sum to hire international experts to deal with Ye Qiu, only to end with such a result.
One dead, two fled; clearly, he had lost again. Losing a car was trivial, but this time, Ye Qiu had demonstrated such formidable strength that it left him both fearful and resentful.
Only now did he realize that Ye Qiu's previous low profile was merely an act of playing the pig to eat the tiger. With this guy's ability, just a security guard? He didn't buy it.
Previously, when Li Yang admitted he was inferior to Ye Qiu, Xu Shaohua was merely astonished. But this time, with three masters of the Ancient Yoga Technique making their move, Ye Qiu still stood here unscathed, which proved everything.
