Singles

In the underground parking lot.

Because there were very few cars, it seemed very empty.

Fann Zicong waved his hand and the fifty men in black surrounded Lu Chen's five men group.

No one in the crowd thought that Lu Chen would win because the difference in numbers was too big and Lu Chen had two burdens.

Fann Zicong had a smug look on his face. He could already imagine the scene of An Ran and Jiang Qianmo being ridden under his crotch. Just as he was about to give the order to attack, the tall guy beside him spoke.

"Young Master Fan, there's no need to go all out. I can take care of them myself!"

This fellow's tone was very calm. Furthermore, he was twisting his neck along with Zhang Xuan's words. His eyes were filled with disdain.

He was a meter and eighty-five feet tall, with a well-proportioned body and an air of being an athlete.

"Haha, alright then. It's all up to you now!"