"Does it have anything to do with you whether I can bear it or not?" Zhang Fan asked, "Also, take your hands off my shoulders, otherwise, I will make you regret it."
Although Zhang Fan's voice was calm, there was a hint of coldness in it.
However, the partial man did not take Zhang Fan's words seriously, and sneered: "How about showing off in front of your girlfriend? If you can't do what you say, how embarrassing will it be? I'm like
I won’t take my hand today, let me see what you can do to me? How can I regret it so much?"
There was strong ridicule in the partial man's voice.
Then, the biased man glanced at everyone again and said, "You guys think so?"
There was a fat man at the dinner table, who had a good relationship with the fat man. He ridiculed: "If you don't have the ability, don't talk big, otherwise you will be embarrassed!"
Hearing what the overweight man said, Zhang Fan turned his attention to the overweight man, looked at the overweight man's face, and sneered, "I'm afraid it's not me who is embarrassed today, but you two.
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As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man's arm that was resting on his shoulder. With a fierce shake of his wrist, a heart-wrenching sound of bones breaking suddenly began.
The sermon came out on the man's arm.
"ah……"
I heard a miserable wail coming from the man's mouth, and then saw him fall to the ground, rolling on the ground holding his injured arm, howling in pain.
Seeing this scene, everyone present had a look of surprise on their faces, and then they all stood up and looked at the partial man rolling on the ground.
In fact, Zhang Fan didn't want to do anything at Manli's birthday party, but it was impossible for Zhang Fan to endure the fact that this man was sitting on his neck and shitting. Zhang Fan was young and energetic, and he was not the type to swallow his anger.
"How dare you take action? Believe it or not, I will kill you!" Zhang Fan, the fat man, said angrily.
"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to kill me?" Zhang Fan said tit for tat.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the fat man narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered: "Hey, you are not old, but you have a tough mouth!"
"I am not arrogant, but I am strong. Besides, you must be the one who dies first." A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.
Then, Zhang Fan picked up a steel fork from the table and threw it towards the fat man. Almost instantly, the steel fork moved in front of the fat man and inserted it straight into his body.
On the table in front of a fat man.
A muffled sound of "collapse" was heard from the place where it was penetrated.
The fat man subconsciously took a step back, stared at the steel fork inserted on the table in front of him with wide eyes, and swallowed hard.
Then, he suddenly raised his head and cast his gaze at Zhang Fan, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Everyone present looked at Zhang Fan with a touch of shock in their eyes. Being able to insert an ordinary fork into a certain position accurately with the strength of the wrist is definitely not easy. He must have some skills.
"Don't you want to kill me? Come on?" Zhang Fan looked at the fat man and said calmly.