Zhang Xiaoshan appeared with rosy lips and white teeth, yet the muscles on his body exuded a layer of bronze light.
His face was icy cold, like an angry-eyed King Kong.
"Who is he?"
Below the stage, the people of the Yang City elite showed looks of confusion.
After all, the Chairman of the White Dragon Association was just a legend to them.
Except for some core members of the White Dragon Association, no one had seen Zhang Xiaoshan.
Zhang Xiaoshan walked step by step towards the stage amidst the confused gazes of the crowd.
"It's Miracle Doctor Zhang!"
Baldy Liu, who was pinned to the ground, was the first to come around, cheering excitedly.
"Miracle Doctor Zhang, I knew you wouldn't die. These bastards were just talking nonsense."
"Chairman Zhang, save me, save me..."
Zhang Jian's originally dejected expression immediately became proud upon seeing Zhang Xiaoshan.
"He... he's still alive... we're doomed..."
