"You!"
Tang Bing was furious, glaring harshly at the crowd around him.
"What about us, you trash? You can't even play better than Zhang Fan, yet you dare call Zhang Fan trash? Look at the dog shit you are."
"Exactly, still boasting about 100,000 yuan, who knows if there's even any money in there? Acting tough is easy, I could say I have ten million in my card too."
"How did such trash even manage to mix into the province's basketball team? Truly a disgrace to our province."
Jeers and taunts immediately filled the air.
"Zhang Fan!" Tang Bing, feeling the searing pain on his face and surrounded by the mockery, suddenly looked up, glared at Zhang Fan, and then raised his fist to punch him.
Zhang Fan's eyes turned cold and he immediately reached out his hand, unleashing the Bone Separation Hand. He grabbed Tang Bing's wrist, shook it vigorously, then moved in close, grabbing one of Tang Bing's arms, and twisted both hands together.
The next moment, Tang Bing's arms drooped down.
