"Oh, Monkey, it's you!"
The hall went dead silent for a second, eyes darting between Zhang Wei and the very average-looking man who had just spoken out.
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Hiss!
The crowd took in the newcomer's painfully ordinary appearance—short, dark hair, a plain white shirt that looked like it was from the discount bin at a thrift store, and pants that screamed 'I borrowed these from my grandpa.' The guy was so forgettable that most people already struggled to remember his face.
"He really is a fucking monkey…" someone snorted.
"Yeah, Monkey, but with zero muscle. Dude's built like a soggy dumpling!" another voice jeered.
"Forget his shitty outfit, what's with the two fucking goddesses standing next to him?" someone else barked, eyes glued to the two women in the VIP box next to Yang Lei.
The sight of those two beauties next to such a bland-looking guy was enough to make everyone's jaws hit the floor.
