Wu Chao's scream sounded like he was hit by an old sow.
Really, this unexpected disruption completely blindsided Wu Chao.
Even though this news conference was rushed, it was still a damn news conference.
Last year, his first motorcycle, Lightning, didn't get its own conference, and he lost to Zhang Fan.
A year later, he had built three motorcycles.
He got the people there, and then Ouyang Feng and those three jerks just sped off?
MMP!
MMP!
Bastards!
Animals!
Watching the fleeting tail of the motorcycles, Wu Chao's face twisted in frustration.
Despite all the precautions and reminders to Zhang Fan, he ended up being stabbed in the back.
This damn!
What am I supposed to do about the upcoming news conference?
Tell me?
What did I do wrong to deserve this?
"Ahem, Uncle Wu, this wasn't me crashing your event," Zhang Fan said, holding back laughter as he walked towards Wu Chao.
Really, he never expected Ouyang Feng, Dong Yu, and Hua Ji to suddenly act like this.
