“BOOM!” A terrible sound rang out, causing Qin Wentian to feel as though sharp knives were impaling his heart.
Fan Le had disappeared. As that foot stomped down, Fan Le completely vanished, nothing could be seen of him.
Qin Wentian’s eyes instantly turned red as he boiled with fury. Staring at that empty location, it was as though Qin Wentian could see the silhouette of fatty when he was younger.
“This fatty me, is a genius…”
“This fatty me ain’t lecherous, I’m just overflowing with universal love…”
That frivolous-looking face of Fan Le relentlessly flashed past Qin Wentian’s mind yet everything disappeared completely from his world with that might of a single stomp. That shameless fatty was one of Qin Wentian’s best friends, the one whom he had been acquainted with the longest. That was his dearest brother, who had always been supportive even to the extent of going through life-and-death situations with him.
Was he really dead?