"You bunch of broke losers, how much money did you manage to scrape together?" Zhang Fan sneered! His expression was still as arrogant as ever!
Hearing this, the crowd around him was filled with rage!
Broke losers, your face! Damn it!
"Oh, so poor you can't even speak? Then get lost, don't get in my way! Who wants to play with a bunch of broke losers!" Zhang Fan said again!
"Huff huff huff!"
"Damn it!"
"Where's the knife, where's the knife!"
A group of middle-aged men, veins popping on their foreheads.
"Fourteen and a half billion! Dare to bet?" one man roared!
Zhang Fan smirked: "That's it? Truly embarrassing! At your age, that's all the money you have?"
At this moment, the rich onlookers looked ready to clench their fists too.
Brother Fan!
Do you even know what fourteen and a half billion means?
My old man worked himself to death his whole life and doesn't even have that much wealth!
You're really asking to be struck by lightning!
