Chapter 735: Collective Promotion!

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the whip in Su Han's hand struck Iron Cannon, causing him to howl in pain instantly.

"Everyone help out with the whipping, don't be polite with them. Whip out the excess effects of the medication,"

Su Han said.

Right away, those who had not drunk excessively began grinning maliciously as they eagerly grabbed whips.

"Iron Cannon, we're all doing this for your own good!"

"That's right, brothers, it's all for your sake!"

A few men picked up the whips and began lashing out, making Iron Cannon and several others howl like ghosts and wolves.

"Dammit, Liuzi, you're just settling personal scores!"

"It was just a pack of cigarettes you lost, and you're hitting that hard!"

Iron Cannon and Black Ghost screamed out.

The crisp sound of the whips crackling, pop pop pop in rhythmic loops, left Yang Zicheng, who was standing aside, completely dumbfounded.

"Mr. Su, do we really need to use whips?"