"Everyone's here, huh?"
Zhang Fan watched the group rushing toward him, a sneer curling the corners of his mouth.
Qin Le leaned against the wall, beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead like peas.
"Kid, hahaha, come on, keep it up, I must see you down today," Qin Le's expression turned wild.
When had Qin Le ever been beaten like this?
"Really!"
Zhang Fan slightly tilted his head and moved to Qin Le's front like a ghost, squatting slightly, he grabbed Qin Le's collar and, with a strong pull of his arm, Qin Le was abruptly hoisted high into the air.
"This mouth of yours, truly deserves it." While saying this, Zhang Fan swung his hand and slapped Qin Le's face ferociously.
"Smack, smack, smack!"
A few crisp slaps rang out, and even the group of more than twenty people who had rushed over froze in place.
Damn, this kid actually hit Qin Le again.
"You're looking to die, kid."
A roar of rage erupted, and a youth of about 1.9 meters tall charged over.
