"How could he possibly afford an Exclusive Ticket? His family can barely get by in that crummy little place in Jiangcheng—where did he get the money to buy such an expensive ticket?" Wang Shihao's brow was deeply furrowed, as if he had encountered some unsolvable mystery of the world.
"The guy's made it big in the past two years, what, you think only you are allowed to do better than him and not the other way around?" A voice of dissent came from behind.
Chen Fan had just flashed his Exclusive Ticket, attracting quite a lot of attention, and many saw the conflict between Chen Fan and Wang Shihao.
Wang Shihao turned to glance back and cursed, "What the fuck does it have to do with you guys? Who yelled just now? Have the guts to stand up for me!"
A giant muscle-bound brute in a black tank top stood up, towering over Wang Shihao who only came up to the brute's chest.
