"Brother, why are you running? And so fast? What's the big deal?"
"There's a psycho, no, a monster. He sent four or five hundred of us flying."
The man who had just experienced being tossed through the air was trembling all over.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and at this moment, he was deeply immersed in the scene of being thrown by Zhang Fan.
It was terrifying, horribly terrifying. My God, how could there be such a terrifying person!
Even if he encountered Wang Peng and his gang, the worst he'd get was a severe beating. However, flying through the sky, that kind of deathly fear like jumping off a building, he never wanted to experience it again.
This could actually kill someone, damn it!
The person next to him looked incredulous: "Are you joking? Four or five hundred people? Do you think Tsinghua is a place for fighting? Don't exaggerate like that."