Wan Rentu was stunned on the spot.
Chen Bojun immediately said, "What? Gu Jianlin and the Little Princess are fighting? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Taixu calmly replied, "Weren't you busy with official business?"
"What official business could compare to fun like this?"
"Hurry, hurry, hand that living corpse over to the research department. Let's go watch the show!"
"Who won? Tell me, who won?"
Meanwhile, the explosive sounds soaring into the sky alarmed everyone in the neighboring residential area.
"Holy crap, Brother Lin and the Little Princess are fighting! What a battle of the century! The forum's live stream froze—looks like the fight's over! Xiangsi, Brother Cheng, come on, let's rush for the front row!"
Cheng Youyu dashed out of the restroom, clutching a tablet with a black screen.
He didn't even bother pulling up his pants, scrambling forward in a mix of tumbles and crawls.
His face twisted into a deranged grin.
