Zhang Ya lay on the ground, in such pain that even breathing hurt. He could not even cry out, only trembling in the mud like a dead fish.
Ye Chen's system-enhanced body, combined with his diligent training, was no joke. His kicks hurt like hell.
He had not kicked Zhang Ya to death on the spot because he was afraid Cheng Tong's first hard-earned drama would not be able to air. He could deal with Zhang Ya properly later.
At that moment, Wu Zhao, Zhang Ya's assistant who had been watching from the side, let out a pig-slaughtering scream. "Ah!! Oh my god! Who the hell is this? He's killing someone!! Zhang Ya, how are you? Somebody, hurry! Help me get Zhang Ya to the hospital!"
Ye Chen was anxious to check Cheng Tong's condition, so he shot Wu Zhao an annoyed glance.
Xu Ming directly kicked the noisy Wu Zhao. Her head snapped to the side, and she fainted as well, collapsing beside Zhang Ya.
The world became much quieter.
All the crew members slowed their steps and swallowed hard. Sure enough, truly lethal moves did not need any fancy flourishes.
Having witnessed Ye Chen and Xu Ming's prowess, the crew, who had never wanted to bother with Zhang Ya in the first place, silently agreed not to care whether Zhang Ya and Wu Zhao lived or died. They intended to let Zhang Ya suffer for a while first.
After all, Zhang Ya had always acted high and mighty, relying on his little bit of fame and backing. He loved bullying the staff, and even Wu Zhao was arrogant and overbearing.
Now Ye Chen had kicked Zhang Ya, and Xu Ming had kicked Wu Zhao.
Everyone felt immensely satisfied, secretly cursing that Zhang Ya had it coming. It would