"Holy crap, Brother Fan, that group of guys is really smashing your car!"
He Yang called Zhang Fan, looking at the group surrounding Zhang Fan's car in shock.
He didn't believe it at first, but he still came over to take a look, just to be sure.
However, from two hundred meters away, he saw a group of people picking up bricks.
What they were up to didn't need much guessing.
"Huh? They really went for it? Go tell them..." Zhang Fan was also a bit surprised.
But seriously, did they think Ugly Eight was that easy to smash?
But, what should he tell them?
That's really a dilemma!
"Brother Fan, okay, I'll go tell them to stop right away!" He Yang said.
Zhang Fan immediately replied, "No, no, no, just tell them if they're happy, that's fine!"
"Huh?"
On the other end, He Yang almost bit his tongue!
As long as they're happy?
What the hell?
Your car is getting smashed, and you're happy?
Boss, your heart is really broad!
