Ye Xiaofei went to hell to offer condolences, and everyone here was crying their eyes out. Li Yichen's whereabouts were unknown, and Ye Xiaofei guessed he was probably dead. The same went for the two female assassins; there was no news of them either, and he presumed their chances were slim to none.
"Angel, please accept my deepest condolences."
Ye Xiaofei watched as Angel cried as if life itself were leaving him, snotty and tearful, and approached to softly comfort him.
"Xiao Fei, thank you."
Angel wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking at Ye Xiaofei with immense gratitude.
"Thank me? For what?"
Ye Xiaofei frowned, wondering whether Angel would still be so thankful if he knew that it was Ye Xiaofei's own hand that took King Yama's life.
"Thank you for knocking out Li Yichen, who framed King Yama. If you hadn't arrived in time, I wouldn't have been able to avenge King Yama."