Moreover, President Jiang died at the hands of Yuan Qingyi.

This is destined to make the situation in the Dragon Capital Martial Alliance even more turbulent.

"Come on, drink a glass of milk to suppress your shock."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan walked into the side hall where the corpse was temporarily parked and handed a cup of hot milk to Yuan Qingyi:

"A person cannot be resurrected after death, don't think too much."

"You have been crying for almost an hour. It's time to go to the room to rest, otherwise it will hurt your body."

Although Ye Fan was also very sorry, as long as he took another shot, he could completely control President Jiang's madness, and his hands that held his neck would be weak.

But Ye Fan also understood that Yuan Qingyi was worried about his safety when he was hitting the scene. If he blamed or felt sorry for him at this moment, it would be too inhumane.

Besides, Yuan Qingyi was even more sad than herself, after all, that was her husband.

"I...I really didn't want to kill him..."

Yuan Qingyi held the milk:

"I just instinctively wanted to stop him from hurting you, but I didn't expect to stab the knife into his back."
Chapter completed!