Just as Chai Wei was enduring the pain, a thunderous voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:
"I'm coming!"
Her voice was incredibly loud, shaking the surroundings, louder than the previous megaphone.
After the sea of people, emerged a warrior shaped like a stone roller, none other than Pang Jiao.
Not only her, but behind were Zhang Yifei with a square face, Li Shengnan, and the extremely thin Wang Yan Yan, reminiscent of a flatfish.
Cui Yu shouted in his heart: 'Damn, the Four Golden Flowers have gathered!'
Pang Jiao led the way boldly, no one dared to stop her; Qiang Li watched her approach with trembling voice: "What are you going to do?"
Zhang Yifei, with her square face, shouted: "All irrelevant people stand aside, what if you delay the treatment, can you take the responsibility?"
Qiang Li originally planned to retort but ended up with Zhang Yifei's saliva splashing his face, he wiped off his face, but that pungent smell lingered and he silently stepped aside.
