Ye Xuan reached out his warm and broad hand to Liu Ying.
Liu Ying's smile grew even brighter, but as she smiled, she couldn't help it; tears filled her beautiful eyes.
Liu Ying handed her hand to Ye Xuan and cried while smiling, "Ye Xuan, take your woman and leave this place."
Ye Xuan nodded.
The two of them left hand in hand.
Everyone could only watch them go, not daring to make a sound or step forward to stop them.
It was not until the two of them left in that shabby pickup truck that the hall, littered with bodies, gradually regained some vitality.
The hundreds of people on site seemed reborn, filled with ecstasy yet unable to calm their terrified hearts.
Dead. They were all dead.
Wang Shaoyang was dead, and so were Zhao Yunfei and his son.
After this bloody engagement banquet, what kind of terrifying storm of blood and rain would erupt, no one dared to imagine, nor could anyone imagine.
