Ye Xuan closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
A punch.
Bam!
The dull and heavy sound echoed as Tyron's tall figure instantly stiffened, his eyes widened, pupils protruding. The suit on his back burst on the spot, revealing a large fist-sized lump, while his chest in front had completely collapsed.
Tyron fell to the ground, his body tense, dying in a tragic state.
"This is what you deserve."
Ye Xuan glanced indifferently at Tyron's corpse, turned around, and headed back towards the SUV.
Opening the car door, Lin Tong and little Yun Duo were still lying rigidly in the back seat, silent and tense. Clearly, the gunfire that had just erupted had frightened them tremendously.
Ye Xuan showed a gentle smile: "It's all over."
"Hoo——"
Lin Tong let out a heavy breath, finally releasing the little Yun Duo in her arms, sitting up to look at Ye Xuan with concern: "Honey, are you hurt?"
