Zhang Fan looked at the group of people rushing towards him and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Qin Le leaned against the wall, cold sweat rolling down his forehead like beans.
"Boy, hahaha, come on, keep going, I have to make you lie down today." Qin Le's expression became crazy.
When had Qin Le been beaten like this?
"Yeah!"
Zhang Fan turned his head slightly and came to Qin Le like a ghost. He squatted down slightly, grabbed Qin Le's collar, and exerted force on his arms. Suddenly, Qin Le was lifted high by him.
"You're so stupid with your mouth." Zhang Fan said, then he slapped Qin Le hard in the face.
"Bah bang bang!"
A few slaps were so clear that even the twenty or so people who came over were suddenly stunned on the spot.
Damn, this kid actually hit Qin Le again.
"Boy, you are looking for death."
There was an angry roar, and a 1.9-meter-tall young man rushed over.
Zhang Fan raised his head slightly, and the moment the young man ran over, he raised his leg.
The figure that was flying towards him suddenly stopped, and then flew backwards at an even faster speed.
"Bang!"
The figure flew four meters away and hit the ground heavily.
"Damn, he's so fierce. Does this guy really dare to get up from the hospital bed? Damn it, he just ran 47.192 kilometers an hour ago. How can he hit someone now?"
"Junior Zhang Fan is so handsome. I like him so much. What should I do? I can feel that my whole heart has been taken away by him."
"Just one word, tiger! From now on, I am a fan of Zhang Fan!"
"+1, this is what a fierce person in the world should do. If you become a fan on the road, you will be a fan forever!"
"Brothers, let's send a rocket of gifts to celebrate our little devil Zhang Fan."
Suddenly, all kinds of gifts were flying all over the live broadcast room.
The entire corridor was silent, and even Ye Jingtian's eyes widened. This guy really didn't stop for a moment.
Haha, aren't they just a bunch of rubbish from the Provincial Sports Commission? Just beat them up. When Xiong Lin came over, he wanted to ask what kind of rubbish he had raised with his tens of millions of donations a year.
Is this kind of person worthy of being a sports player? He is simply bringing discredit to the country.
"What are you doing so loudly? If you have something to say, please speak up." Zhang Fan said coldly, then raised his hand and slapped Qin Le loudly on the face.
"I took action, what's wrong? I'm not talking about you. You're the one who beats me like this. How can you pretend to have nothing to do? You just want to be beaten. I'll help you." Zhang Fan kept waving his hand.
For a moment, Qin Le's face was filled with blood.
Teeth flew off and blood flowed.
It wasn't until the face was seriously deformed that Zhang Fan threw Qin Le to the ground. He looked coldly at the more than 20 people standing in the corridor, his eyebrows twitching, and he slowly said: "What are you doing standing there, don't think about it?"
Are you going to fight? Come here."
The sound was very soft, but it fell on everyone's ears like thunder.
The people around him were as stunned as puppets.
"Damn it, are you a loser? Help me get revenge." Qin Le was lying on the ground, unable to even speak. There was a strong look of resentment in his eyes.
The next moment, the twenty or so people reacted. Their bodies could not help but tremble. The next moment, they roared and ran towards Zhang Fan.
More than twenty people, almost lined up in five rows, rushed over.
Zhang Dongyang stood next to Zhang Fan, his eyes were cold, like the god of death from hell, and a faint murderous aura made Zhang Fan shudder.
"What a terrible smell." Zhang Fan couldn't help but shudder. Thinking of his father's harsh methods last night, he immediately said: "Dad, just let me deal with these trash fishes. You are too harsh. Go first."
Sit."
Everyone around was stunned.
Too heavy a blow?
Wucao, you almost beat someone to a disability, is this a gentle attack?
But a group of people reacted the next moment, lying on grass, Zhang Fan's father also wanted to fight?
Damn it, shouldn't we come out to mediate at this time? The other party is an athlete. Damn, there are more than 20 people rushing over. Can Zhang Fan still stand?
However, what surprised a group of people was that Zhang Fan's father actually nodded and actually sat on the chair next to him.
Wocao, is this your biological child? Zhang Fan’s father is really invincible. Damn, how generous is this heart?
A group of people in the live broadcast room were also speechless.
"Damn it, you dare to bully my idol, S city, right? I'll be here right away, waiting."
"You bastards, you guys are here to help. Why are you standing there? Dozens of people are watching a show. I'm going to beat these fake fans away right now."
"+1, I'm almost at the Provincial Hospital in City S. Are you here, brother? Remember to bring some bricks. There is no wall to demolish here. I'm very depressed."
"Come right away, brothers on the road, wait for me."
"Haha!" Zhang Fan sneered. The next moment, he grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands. Suddenly, the clothes were torn by him, revealing his extremely strong chest.
This move made the girls in the live broadcast room scream again.
"It's so cool, I feel like I'm in love."
"I will go to City S immediately. My mother will no longer have to worry about me not having a boyfriend."
"It turns out that this is the Prince Charming I have been waiting for so long. I always thought my heart was made of stone, but this time, my heart actually moved."
"Why do I feel like I'm being force-fed dog food?"
A group of singles just felt sour in their hearts.
"1!"
Zhang Fan whispered, he raised his leg and kicked someone's knee directly.
"2!"
Zhang Fan's palm was like a knife, slicing someone's shoulder.
"3!"
Zhang Fan took a step back, grabbed the fire extinguisher beside him, and threw it out.
"4!"
Zhang Fan looks like a ghost, coming to a person's side, a monkey stealing peaches.
"5,6!"
Zhang Fan grabbed the two people's shoulders with both hands, and his hands spread out immediately.
"twenty three!"
When the last sound came, the only person standing was punched on the chin by Zhang Fan.
"A bunch of rubbish, oh, no, I feel sore all over, lie down." Zhang Fan said, turned around, walked to his father's side, his body went limp, and he lay down on the chair as if he was paralyzed.
The live broadcast room was as quiet as death.
At this moment, no one refreshed the screen, no one sent gifts, everyone held their breath, and their blood boiled with excitement as they looked at the more than twenty people lying on the ground.
"hiss!"
The sound of air-conditioning was sucked out from a patient's throat, and the next moment, a group of people in the corridor were shivering.
Damn, it was just twenty-three shots. Twenty-three people were killed just like that?
Damn, is this an illusion?
One of them bit the tip of his tongue and shivered in pain.
Damn, it's true.
Hearing the screams on the ground, a group of people were stunned. Looking at Zhang Fan who was lying on the chair shaking his legs, they blinked fiercely.