"Do you realize the consequences of killing me?"
Bartley looked at Ren Feng, "I am the head of the Rothschild Clan, you should be aware of our family's power. If I die, the entire world will be in chaos, and we might even directly attack Huaxia!"
"But you're also one of the masterminds behind the organization!"
Ren Feng's voice was cold, and without much waste of words, he directly struck Bartley's chest with his palm.
Bartley was completely stunned; his internal veins were directly shattered by Ren Feng's strike.
This generation's head of the Rothschild Clan was dead.
After Bartley's death, Ren Feng immediately placed him on the chair, setting him up as if he were reading a book.
Just then, Ren Feng's phone rang.
"Ren Feng, get out quickly! Someone's coming!"
Long Yue's voice carried a sense of urgency. She glanced to the side and noticed Lawrence walking towards them.
They had been out for a few minutes, and Lawrence couldn't help becoming suspicious.
