"Brothers, they dare to bully our brother Zhang Fan thinking he's got no one, let's crush them."
Over sixty guys armed with branches roared in anger, swinging their hands with even more force.
Jiang Xiaoyang's lips quivered on the balcony, and his cigarette suddenly fell, landing right inside his collar.
"Damn!"
Jiang Xiaoyang cursed angrily, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, constantly slapping his chest where it burned fiercely.
However, the scars from his fractured rib instantly tore apart, and a piercing scream erupted.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I'm also a fan of Zhang Fan."
One person covered his head and scurried away, quickly changing his tune.
"Heh, you think I'm blind? It was you who was yelling for Zhang Fan to kneel and apologize, damn moron, I won't stop until I've beaten you to death."
Immediately, the screams were everywhere.
"Thump thump thump!"
