Seeing Zhang Fan take action, the people who had just witnessed Zhang Fan break the steel frame bed started to tremble at the same time.
"Look, our little devil is about to take action. Where did this idiot come from? Damn it, did he just see the tragedy of the steel frame bed?"
"Hurry up and place your bets. The little devil can break a few of this idiot's ribs."
"I bet five!"
"I bet eight dollars."
"I bet twenty!"
"I bet thirty dollars!"
"You idiot upstairs, you have so many ribs."
The live broadcast room burst into laughter.
"Haha, you still want to take action? I'm standing here. If you can beat me away, I lose." Jiang Xiaoyang saw Zhang Fan's hand stretched out and immediately laughed angrily. He put his hands on his back with a sarcastic look.
look.
Just kidding, how strong can a high school student be so thin?
Zhang Fan's palm moved slowly, like a snail.
There is no other reason, my whole body aches, damn it!
"Hahaha, idiot, did this idiot just go blind?"
"Hurry up and call 120. Carry it away. Next one."
"Idiot, this is the hospital."
The doctor who had just been pushed out by Zhang Fan felt a chill on his back.
Damn it, you lose if you beat me up?
"Someone, come, prepare to rescue!"
A group of doctors who had witnessed Zhang Fan's thunderbolt attack just now gathered around him.
When Zhang Fan's palm fell on Jiang Xiaoyang's chest, an extremely clear sound came.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xiaoyang's body flew out heavily and hit the wall of the corridor.
"ah!"
Screams followed closely.
"Carry it away, carry it away, quickly!"
The doctor who had prepared everything quickly ran over, carried Jiang Xiaoyang and left.
Dong Jian was dumbfounded. Although he didn't like Jiang Xiaoyang, he was a member of his provincial sports committee after all.
The four people around Jiang Xiaoyang immediately shouted angrily: "Boy, you dare to hit someone from our Provincial Sports Committee, okay."
Zhang Fan looked at the man as if he were an idiot and asked, "You're not allowed to fight back yet, right? Okay, come here, I'm going to take action, whoever strikes back will be my grandson, how about that?"
Damn you retard, who the hell dares to fight with you even if they disagree with each other? Do you really think that being tall is going to be against the will of heaven?
"You..." The man pointed at Zhang Fan angrily, but he didn't dare to take action. After all, Jiang Xiaoyang was carried away with a palm, and if he continued to attack, wasn't he looking for death?
"Just wait, I'll call someone right away." The man said, and then took out his cell phone from his pocket.
At this time, Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang walked slowly over. They also knew that Zhang Fan had learned butterfly dance steps and thunderbolt palm from Uncle Fu, but they never expected that Zhang Fan had made such rapid progress.
"Calling someone?" Ye Jingtian chuckled and looked at those people with extremely cold eyes.
"Who are you? How dare you look down on our Provincial Sports Commission!" one person yelled angrily.
"What?" Ye Jingtian sneered and immediately took out his mobile phone. "Xiong Lin, come to the Provincial Hospital."
Xiong Lin?
Even Dong Jian was a little confused at this time, Xiong Lin, isn't this the president?
When they heard the president being called by his first name, the faces of the people behind Dong Jianchan instantly changed.
Who is this person? How does he know the president?
"Bah, you can call the president over, I will kneel down and kowtow to you." The guy who yelled for people said disdainfully, and then shouted into his hands: "You bastards, Coach Jiang was beaten, come to the provincial hospital quickly
.”
Zhang Fan was happy.
What do these people in Wocao look like? They don’t even know Ye Jingtian? Wori, how come these people are so big in this city? They are weird.
"Qin Le, I advise you not to make trouble." Dong Jian scolded angrily.
The Provincial Sports Committee is a very complex system. Each sport is led by coaches. And he is the coach of the sprint team.
However, last year, they went to province D to compete and lost miserably.
And Jiang Xiaoyang's pair has achieved a lot of results, so the sports committee, whether it is funds or athletes, is more inclined to Jiang Xiaoyang's side. This has resulted in him not having many available people at all.
No, after seeing Zhang Fan's speed, he immediately brought people over.
"Dong Jian, I don't care about your troubles. You thought I was working under you. Your team probably can't even afford to eat now." Qin Le looked a little resentful.
"Qin Le, you are a rip-off bitch. Old Dong didn't treat you badly before, right? But you took people directly to Jiang Xiaoyang's place. Are you still a human being?" Someone next to Dong Jianjian yelled angrily.
"Wait a minute! Why don't you go out and make a noise? My ears hurt." Zhang Fan covered his ears and shouted.
Damn, my head is still groggy now. The affairs of your provincial sports committee are none of my business.
"Haha, get out? Boy, you hit our coach, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. My people will come later, and you'll have a good look." Qin Le pointed at Zhang Fan and said with anger rising.
"Oh, then I'll wait, ask someone to be more prompt, and we can clean up together and go home for dinner." Zhang Fan took out his ears, then sat on the chair next to him, folded his hands on his chest, and fell asleep.
Ye Jingtian frowned and asked with concern: "Xiaofan, is your health okay? Why don't you go back first and leave the things here to me."
Qin Le suddenly became furious, pointed at Ye Jingtian and roared: "If you want to go back, there is no way!"
Zhang Fan opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a dangerous look: "Do you still want your finger?"
"Haha, you still want my finger? I pointed it at you, what, you have the guts to chop off my finger." Qin Le became more and more angry as he spoke. Damn it, he was so arrogant when he hit someone. He is the first
See you next time.
Zhang Fan stood up suddenly, his butterfly dance steps suddenly unfolded, and in an instant, he was in front of Qin Le.
Zhang Fan raised his hand, grabbed Qin Le's finger, and gently broke it.
Suddenly, Qin Le's fingers deformed and stuck to the back of his hand.
"ah!"
The screams of a slaughtering pig suddenly sounded.
People around him shuddered.
Oh my God, is this guy a specialist in beating people? Paralyzed, he just broke a person’s ribs, and now he’s broken his fingers?
"Break your hand for me, too." Zhang Fan said coldly, stretched his palm forward, pressed it directly on Qin Le's shoulder, and immediately used his hand to separate muscles and bones.
"Kacha!"
A clear voice sounded, and immediately, Qin Le's whole hand was lifted up.
In the live broadcast room, a group of people kept swallowing their saliva.
Damn it, looking at the limp Zhang Fan, how could he be so cruel and break his hand again?
Damn it, that guy named Qin Le is also an idiot. Their coach has been taken away and he is still beeping something. Isn’t he looking for death?
Whether it was the people on the edge of the corridor or the people watching the live broadcast, there was a look of pity in their eyes.
This guy deserves it!
"Damn it, someone actually dares to hit our coach, brothers, come on."
At the other end of the corridor, more than 20 tall guys rushed over.