Before, the old man and the others had stolen Newston's body. After careful study, they did not find the real cause of his death.
Perhaps they had overlooked an important detail.
The needle hole.
Now, the old man finally figured out what had killed Newston.
However, it was too late.
In a battle between experts, victory and defeat were often decided by a single thought.
Moreover, the old man had made such a huge mistake, Ye Feng did not give him any chance to catch his breath.
"Bang!"
A punch landed heavily on the old man's chest, indicating the arrival of a storm.
Then, his fists fell like hail.
The punch of Wing Chun Fist could ensure that the greatest strength could be exerted within the shortest distance.
"Bang bang…"
Ye Feng's fists alternated, punching the old man's chest one blow after another. Outsiders could only see the shadows of his fists.