"Holy shit, you can infiltrate the enemy's ranks by playing games?"
When they heard Zhang Fan speak so confidently, a group of people were stunned.
"That's why playing games occasionally can be very awesome," Zhang Fan boasted.
"And then? How did you rescue Mrs. Qin?" the crowd asked.
Zhang Fan smirked, "That's why I say these people have low IQs. They asked me to transfer Aunt Qin, and later I just drove off in the car, and when they realized something was wrong, they chased after me, leading to the high-speed car chase that followed."
Zhang Fan narrated like he was telling a story, skipping a lot of details.
For one, jumping off the seventh floor through a broken wall, if told, would be taken as a brag.
For another, experiencing the stupidity of criminals firsthand, coordinating with Old Ding, and alleviating Capital City's fear of today's terrorist attack.
Ding Yang was listening intently; he too was curious about how Zhang Fan had rescued Qin Shuang.
