"Haha, even a little trash like you dares to call me over? I'm Zheng Zaizhen, a person with some status."
"Oh, then these elixirs belong to someone else!" Zhang Fan reached into his pocket with his left hand, took out several bottles of healing pills from the warehouse again, and looked at Zheng Zaizhen with a mocking expression.
Instantly, Zheng Zaizhen's eyes lit up.
"Kid, at least you know what's good for you!" Zheng Zaizhen smiled and walked towards Zhang Fan.
"Haha! Zheng Zaizhen, do you really think everything is owned by Korea? If you dare to take another step forward, I'll break your third leg!" Magong Chuan stepped forward first, standing in front of Zhang Fan.
His gaze was equally intensely burning.
These pills, and the Koreans want to take them?
Dream on!
"Haha! You think my French team are just corpses? I'll say this right here: anyone who dares to compete with us is an enemy of the French team!"
"Oh, sure! Give it a try!" The Germans also stepped forward.
