Nonstop blabbering!
Swearing and cussing!
The excited and agitated Kun Qianxi was like a shrew scolding in the street.
Wu Jie and Fang Guozhi didn't even provoke him, yet he rambled on and on by himself.
The situation was more or less like those severe alcoholics.
Always thinking they are the best in the world, flying into a rage and even getting physical over the slightest displeasure.
Thus, it was no wonder when people who drank and made a scene were an everyday occurrence.
Wu Jie snorted lightly, unwilling to bother with a man who was a dead man walking.
All along the side, the Yincheng waiters seemed to be unable to hold back any longer!
They had already taken their positions, ready to seize the opportunity to abduct someone amidst the chaos.
A whistle blew.
The second half of the game kicked off.
The defending champions, the Spain Team, indeed did not disappoint.
The game had just begun, and they launched a wave-like offensive.
