About twenty meters away from Zhang Fan, a young man stood with his arms crossed, looking disdainfully at Zhang Fan and his group.
He was Ouyang Changfeng!
He had been in the Capital City for several days already.
With nothing to do, he eagerly caught up on many things outside.
Like luxury cars and watches!
The T-shirt he was wearing now was worth five hundred and eighty thousand!
Pants, six hundred and twenty thousand!
Belt, seven hundred and thirty thousand!
Shoes, one million five hundred and ten thousand!
The watch on his hand was worth more than thirty million!
From head to toe, he exuded 'wealth'!
And when he found out that the most expensive car in the world was owned by Ouyang Feng—no, Ouyang Mo—he hurried over.
Looking at the lightning emblem, Ouyang Changfeng's eyes flickered with a cold light.
How could his things be trampled by others!
Courting death!
"Little bro, are you seeking death?"
"Say those words you just said again?"
