Zhang Fan gave a thumbs up to the slap-in-the-face crew.
He was quite pleased with the support level of his brothers and sisters.
This is what true fans are about!
"Hmph, fighting is nothing impressive. Let's see in the competition. I'll crush you," that person put away his arrogant demeanor and then snorted.
When others heard this, they immediately chuckled.
Crush Zhang Fan?
Hehe, with a near perfect hit rate of ten rings, can you even touch him? What are you!
"Let the competition begin!"
Zhao Fen couldn't wait and shouted, his eyes coldly sweeping over Zhang Fan, even having his assistant call all the reporters over.
Hehe, an archery competition, participants missing the target, that should be big news.
Seeing the suddenly increased number of reporters around Xiong Lin, there was also a chill on his face. Zhao Fen, this bastard, really doesn't shed tears without seeing the coffin.
Watching for laughs? Just wait and see.
