At this moment, when Mira and her group heard Chen Fan's still arrogant words, not a single person was shocked, nor did anyone think Chen Fan was insane.
They only felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, chilled from head to toe.
Even... those few DreamWorks artists who had previously tried to stand up for Mike, their legs were trembling uncontrollably, and one timid guy, stimulated by his prostate, wet himself, the yellow liquid instantly staining his trousers.
"Butcher?!"
On the other end of the phone, Desailly's face changed instantly upon hearing Chen Fan's voice, his brows furrowing tightly, his tone as low as it could possibly go.
"Yes." Chen Fan admitted his identity succinctly.
Once Chen Fan admitted his identity, Desailly was at a loss for words for a moment.
He did not know Chen Fan, and even... no one in the Colombo family knew Chen Fan.
