"Even if it's not mine, I'll fight to take it!"
Having said this in one breath, Zheng Shuheng's face brimmed with fierce confidence, seemingly convinced that neither Ye Fan nor Su Zhanyun could ever best him.
Staring at the smug Zheng Shuheng, Su Zhanyun clenched his fists in anger.
In his eyes, Zheng Shuheng was arrogant and utterly deserving of a beating.
But Zheng Shuheng's background was significant, so he had no choice but to forcibly swallow his rage.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, was unmoved, "Don't speak so confidently, or you're likely to end up embarrassed!"
"Embarrassed?"
Hearing this, Zheng Shuheng scoffed, "I'm sorry, but the only ones who are going to be embarrassed are you guys!"
"We'll just have to see about that!" Ye Fan was fearless.
Boom!!!
Less than twenty minutes later, a Lamborghini roared up like a primal beast at breakneck speed.
Seeing the Lamborghini, Zheng Shuheng said excitedly, "Haoran's here, you two are done for!"
"Young Master Zheng!"