"Du Han is dead!"
"The young master has won!"
"Long live the young master!" Several thousand employees of Tiandao Group exclaimed excitedly.
In contrast, the thirty thousand demonic soldiers, under the combined force of Yan Donglai and two others, were like thirty thousand docile sheep, slaughtered to near extinction.
Ye Wudao and his group of four achieved the final victory with an unstoppable, crushing attitude!
"It's just as expected from the young master and his three friends, all it took was their own strength to change everything!" Old Tang was in tears, feeling that even death would be worth it for having witnessed this moment.
On the other hand, the general managers of the three branches, knowing the situation was beyond salvage, chose to commit suicide to atone for their crimes.
"Hmph, three accomplices to tyranny, dead now, which is too good for you!" Ye Wudao's gaze was icy cold.
"Old Tang, are you alright?" Ye Wudao approached Old Tang.
