"Black List Seventy-Six? Just a joke!"
Han Chen witnessed the scene, and burst into hearty laughter.
The palm strike Li Chuan just delivered was quite magical. They didn't really understand what happened; they only knew that Li Chuan lightly touched the opponent's arm, and that boastful Tang He was down for the count.
As long as he's down, who cares how it happened?
And at this moment, they needed to mock the opponent mercilessly to undermine them.
Song Lu shook his head, smiling, "Ah, when you're old, it's better not to fight and kill. Isn't it better to go home, entertain the grandchildren, and fish?"
"Falling just from a light touch? Is he trying to scam us?"
Han Chen laughed heartily, "So, President Fang has changed careers, now following the scam route?"
This comment made Fang Daochang feel deeply humiliated, as if Han Chen and Song Lu were defecating on his head.
