The Return of the Un

"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,The bar owner, holding his phone up, urgently urged the security guard on duty.,And that utterly incompetent self, in the end, made up his mind and, fueled by a deep-seated grudge, bound himself with explosives, intending to perish together with Yan Dong. However, he was foiled by Yan Dong's bodyguard who struck him flying with a single palm.。