The mocking voice made everyone in the restaurant suddenly burst into laughter.
"You call for people to gang up on someone, yet you don't expect them to fight back? What kind of logic is that!"
"There are rules to the game, damn it, has your brain rusted through!"
"If you can take them, do it; if you can't, then run. If you can't handle it and still act tough, you deserve to be beaten like a dog—it's only right!"
"Besides, who do you think you are, some almighty boss that people need to follow your rules?"
"Let me set a game rule then: I'm allowed to hit you, and you can't fight back. You down for that, huh?"
"Fucking moron!"
"Fan bro, hurry up and put this idiot down, I can't stand to watch this anymore!" a man shouted out.
"Exactly, Fan bro, finish it quick. We want to eat; our bellies are starving!" a girl patted her stomach and said!
Zhang Fan turned back with a smile, "Right away!"
