"Brother Cheng, I know someone who can definitely take care of Zhang Fan."
A venomous glint flickered in Zhou Bangquan's eyes. Currently, his photos were all over the Tsinghua forum.
Especially that blood handprint on his face, which was magnified endlessly.
Outside the medical room, countless people were blocking the door, coming to laugh at him.
When it came to killing intent toward Zhang Fan, he was not an iota less than Liao Fucheng.
Liao Fucheng didn't speak, instead he coldly said, "Help me up!"
"Brother Cheng, don't move, your ribs are broken, what are you trying to do getting up?" the other two hurriedly said.
Feeling the scorching pain in his chest, Liao Fucheng's face darkened immensely.
"Open the school's forum, I want to see it," Liao Fucheng said in a deep voice.
Zhou Bangquan and the others widened their eyes, incredulously staring at Liao Fucheng.
Thinking of some of the comments on the forum, their expressions instantly turned uneasy.
