However, their smiles lasted only thirty seconds!
Immediately afterward, Zhang Fan approached another table, tapped a blond man on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, buddy, take a look at this guy, he's part of your team, right?
The posture is quite stiff, huh."
In an instant, countless people froze.
Their eyes, carrying a hint of killing aura, fixed on Zhang Fan.
"Come on, old pal, don't get mad. If the posture is wrong, you've got to correct it. This time, you're lucky it's me; I'm pretty easygoing. If it were someone else, they'd definitely beat you up for this posture." Zhang Fan said earnestly.
Upon hearing this, many people gritted their teeth.
Fuck you!
Wrong posture!
Fine, then why don't you kneel so we can watch?
And what's with the stiff voice? You should call us 'daddy' then!
You have a good temper?
Well, we don't!
"Ding, killing intent from Bedi +10000!"
"Ding, from..."
