The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 1744: Long Zhengyu Is About to Show Off (15)
Zhang Heng’s face was adorned with a chillingly cold smile.
Son of a bitch, still daring to draw a turtle on the face of their Family Head?
That’s a slap to the entire Zhang Family’s face.
This hatred is no less than Blood Sea Hatred!
At this moment, he only wants to break Zhang Fan’s limbs, and of the pulverizing fracture kind.
He wants Zhang Fan to be a cripple for life.
But soon, his eyes also sparkled with a blazing light.
"Tsk tsk tsk, girls, follow me. As long as you make me happy, you can walk unchallenged in the Golden Dragon in the future!"
Up close, Zhang Heng discovered that Di Xiele and the others were so enchanting and beautiful.
Their figures!
Combined with their Golden Dragon member status!
These girls deserve to be his women!
"Haha!" Li Yu and the others laughed like fools.
You know, Jiang Min’er and the others are precious in Zhang Fan’s heart.
This guy, still unaware, dares to speak disrespectfully to Jiang Min’er and the others!
Haha, it’s going to be a good show.
At the same time, Mu Chenfeng reached out to Zhang Fan: "Captain, give me a handful of sunflower seeds!"
He also wanted to try what it feels like to have front-row seats with sunflower seeds.
Zhang Fan reached into his pocket, grabbed a bunch of sunflower seeds from the warehouse, and stuffed them into Mu Chenfeng’s hands.
At that moment, Zhang Fan stood up.
After popping a sunflower seed into his mouth, chewed twice, and then directly sprayed it towards Zhang Heng.
Poof!
The saliva-covered sunflower seed shells landed precisely on Zhang Heng’s face.
"What kind of shit are you?" Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.
In that instant, countless people from the Thunder, Fierce, and Wind Departments stared at Zhang Fan like they’d seen a ghost.
Holy shit! Holy shit!
Zhang Fan, even at this time, is still so arrogant?
This is on the arena.
Plus, Che Hou’s group protecting him had already been knocked out.
At this time, others couldn’t take the stage.
Even Zhou Jie, given a hundred guts, wouldn’t dare ignore Long Aotian’s rules.
No one in the Dragon Group dares.
Even now, you still dare to spit sunflower seed shells at Zhang Heng?
If you’re not beaten senseless, I’ll take your last name!
"Hahaha, Zhang Fan, this guy is really limitless in courting death."
"I’m very curious how he managed to live this long?"
"With this attitude, he’d already be beaten to death, right?"
After the shock, countless faces were filled with an unparalleled passionate smile.
"Zhang Heng, kill him! Make him suffer!"
"Break his five legs!"
"Hurry up and hit him!"
At the same time, Zhang Heng’s face twisted.
He wiped the sunflower seed shells from his face, and his eyes were filled with killing intent!
His eyes turned red.
Die!
Die!
Zhang Fan, this bastard, must die!
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan also received ten notifications of Zhang Heng’s Killing Intent Points.
At this moment, Zhang Fan opened his mouth!
Poof!
Sunflower seed shells landed once again on Zhang Heng’s face.
Watching this scene, the crowd’s laughter gradually stiffened.
Holy shit, Zhang Fan, still dares to spit sunflower seed shells at Zhang Heng?
My God!
Won’t he be directly killed by Zhang Heng?
Meanwhile, Kong Lianyu’s group covered their mouths.
"Poof!"
"Hahahaha!"
Laughter exploded suddenly.
"Zhang Heng, are you a fool? You’ve been spat at with seed shells twice? So embarrassing!" Kong Lianyu laughed gleefully.
And in the next moment, Zhang Fan opened his mouth again!
Poof!
The sunflower shells flew directly into Kong Lianyu’s mouth!
That instant, Kong Lianyu’s laughter froze.
Meanwhile, countless spectators burst out laughing.
Kong Lianyu this...
Man, it’s not scientifically possible for Zhang Fan to survive today!
Zhan Yuan’s face was also filled with anger, turning his head to glare fiercely at Guo Qixuan!
"Is this the quality of your Xing Department? Which bastard allowed Zhang Fan to enter the Golden Dragon? Such trash must be expelled."
Guo Qixuan chuckled and looked at Zhan Yuan with eyes full of sympathy!
Haha, cursing Lord Long right in front of him, you’re something.
And at that moment, a glass cup, mixed with Inner Strength Sword Light, fell directly onto Zhan Yuan’s head.
"Bang!"
Zhan Yuan’s head tilted, as if hit by a meteor, carrying his body directly flying away.
Witnessing this, countless faces froze.
Holy shit, how did Zhan Yuan fly out?
My god, what happened?
At the same time, Zhan Yuan roared: "Who, who the hell! Come out!"
His forehead had a fist-sized blood swell, looking terrifying!
"Sorry, I’m the bastard you’re talking about!" Long Aotian squinted, smirking coldly and staring at Zhan Yuan.
In an instant, Zhan Yuan’s legs went soft and he knelt directly on the ground.
His face, pale as paper!
Meanwhile, his back was drenched in cold sweat!
His body, at this moment, was trembling!
How could it be Elder Long!
How could it!
At the same time, Long Zhengyu stood up.
"Hey, buddy! Listen to me!" Long Zhengyu said to Zhang Heng’s group.
In an instant, countless people stared at Long Zhengyu!
This weakling, what’s he going to say?
"Quickly leave your last words!" Zhang Heng erupted with killing aura, at this moment, he wanted to skin Zhang Fan!
As for Long Zhengyu and the others, they also must pay the price.
Otherwise, how could Zhang Heng maintain his dignity in the Golden Dragon?
And at this moment, Li Yu and the others directly covered their faces.
They already guessed what Long Zhengyu wanted to say.
Because there’s already been precedents before.
And at this moment, Long Zhengyu cleared his throat.
"Listen up!" Long Zhengyu said, then laughed: "My grandpa is Long Aotian!"
In an instant, Zhang Heng, Kong Lianyu, and the others’ expressions froze.
Countless people moved their heads simultaneously, looking towards Long Aotian.
At the same time, Feng Zi, Zhan Yuan, and the elders also looked on.
At that moment, Long Aotian’s mouth twitched.
Damn!
This bastard!
This salted fish!
You...!
You’re courting death!
The next moment, Long Aotian grabbed a wine bottle and threw it at Long Zhengyu.
"Smack!"
The bottle exploded on Long Zhengyu’s head.
Meanwhile, Long Aotian’s face was full of rage!
"I don’t have a grandson like you!"
Listening to Long Aotian’s iron-disappointed voice, countless people’s mouths twitched as well.
Haha, if he’s not your real grandson, why did the wine bottle you threw lack Inner Strength Sword Light protection?
Who are you fooling!
Meanwhile, Long Zhengyu raised his hand, pointing at Long Aotian: "I don’t have a grandpa like you either!"
Damn, am I really your grandson?
Wasn’t I just stating a fact!
And you hit me with a bottle?
Also, you’re so mighty, yet till now, I’m still a Dark Force Level trash.
I don’t have a grandpa like you!
None!
(Guys, check your little warehouse, if you have a recommendation ticket, don’t shake hands, aim at me, Zuiyang, and throw it over.)
