"Haha." Zhang Fan's explosive laughter came from behind him.
Indeed, what was Luo Ywei anyway? Zhang Fan had beaten him 2:0 like a dog, and now he still dared to be so arrogantly noisy. Didn't he ever learn?
Hearing the laughter, Luo Ywei's face was extremely gloomy. The mocking laughter made him wish he could tear Zhang Fan into a thousand pieces.
But, he had been defeated by Zhang Fan; that was a fact.
At that moment, Liu Fei ran over from a distance. Thinking about the bet he just had with Zhang Fan, his face turned pale; but seeing Zhang Fan provoking the provincial team openly, he immediately charged over and shouted beside Luo Ywei, "Cousin, you must crush this trash hard."
Liu Fei's voice instantly made Zhang Fan's eyes turn cold, and he looked at Liu Fei, slowly saying, "Liu Fei, have you forgotten our recent bet?"
As he spoke, Zhang Fan took out the written agreement that Liu Fei had signed and started to wave it around in his hand.
