"President… You…"
The man's eyes were filled with disbelief. He probably never dreamed that he would die at the hands of the president one day.
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Who asked you to provoke someone you shouldn't have provoked? You even caused me to be in trouble with you," the bald man said fiercely and stirred the machete in his hand twice.
A pained expression appeared on the man's face, but it quickly froze, and his body fell into a pool of blood.
Before he died, a trace of regret flashed in his heart.
Ye Feng had given him a few chances. If he had stopped, things would not have developed to this stage.
Unfortunately, he didn't cherish it and even sacrificed his life for it.
Clang!