At that moment, a sharp-eyed customer noticed the corpse in Chen Feng's hands.
He widened his eyes and took a close look at the body.
On that look, the customer was stunned again, and exclaimed in shock, "That... isn't that the Deputy General Manager of Lang Yue Bar?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present lowered their heads to look at the corpse in Chen Feng's hands.
After looking, they all involuntarily gasped in cold air.
Although Wang Dong had blown Du Feihu's head apart with a palm, the face was relatively intact.
Furthermore, since Du Feihu often frequented Lang Yue Bar, and these customers too were regulars there,
they recognized Du Feihu in an instant.
It nearly shocked them out of their wits.
They knew who Du Feihu was: officially, he was the bar's Deputy General Manager, but secretively, he was actually the Deputy Leader of the Qinghua Association's East City Branch.
And now, Chen Feng was actually carrying Du Feihu's corpse, walking downstairs.
