"Shut up!"
Two cold voices sounded simultaneously.
One was Zhang Fan, the other was Huang Mingchuan.
Especially Huang Mingchuan, who really wanted to slaughter Shui Yifang.
Damn it, if it weren't for you, this dog, would I be sitting here like on pins and needles?
Zhang Fan, this guy, even knocked out his old man before.
What the hell are you?
Damn it! Even with one hand and two legs, you wouldn't be able to win.
"Bro, really, I'm telling the truth, how about you settle this moron first, then we can talk about our business?" Huang Mingchuan asked in a low voice.
At this moment, his back was already drenched with sweat.
Zhang Fan's killing intent against him made his heart turn cold!
"Fine!" Zhang Fan replied with a single word, then immediately stared at Shui Yifang.
"I agree to your bet! Shall we start now?"
Zhang Fan was really getting impatient.
He was afraid that Zhang Xiaoyuan might suddenly rush over now.
