Being A President Is Tiring

7 pm.

Martial Arts Society big meeting room.

Altogether 215 members were present, excluding some who had business to attend to. Chen Wenlong and the others were there too, these guys had never left. Everyone arrived at the Martial Arts Society.

When they saw Fang Ping sitting directly in the middle, Zhang Yu sitting at the side, many people put on a somewhat dreadful expression. 

Offstage.

Fu Changding whispered, "That brat Fang Ping is not even remotely reserved. Isn't he just looking for trouble?"

Zhao Lei was indifferent about it. "Why should martial artists concern themselves with these things?"

"What broad-minded thinking…"

Fu Changding was speechless. Zhao Lei, who used to be a gaokao top-scorer, who had unbeatable intelligence, was already a goner.

Fang Ping had crushed him to the point of no return!