Looking at Liao Fucheng lying on the ground like a dead dog, the hearts of the more than a thousand people present shook violently.
The mighty president of the basketball club, a man of considerable power among college students, had just been taken down by Zhang Fan?
And all of this happened right in front of so many people!
What the hell, wasn't it supposed to be about playing basketball? How did it suddenly turn into beating someone up?
Especially the group that had just arrived; their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
"Babe, let's go!" Zhang Fan came over to Ye Xuan, slipped his arm around her waist, and slowly started strolling around the court.
Watching Zhang Fan, who was leisurely walking around with a beauty in his embrace as if nothing had happened, a strong sense of killing intent burst from the eyes of a bunch of guys.
Damn, this jerk actually has his hand on Goddess Ye's waist?
Fuck!