However, even with a thousand doubts in his heart,
Zhang Fan felt bitter! He really didn't dare to speak up.
So, he just nodded dumbly.
"Big brother, please, go ahead, please..."
"Hmm, not a bad attitude!"
Ye Qiu nodded, swung his arm, and threw Zhang Fan onto the ground.
"Now, I'll tell you my condition, and that is to scram, take your people, and get the hell out, now!"
"Yes, yes, all of you get the hell up and scram!"
Zhang Fan glared at the bunch of losers on the ground and shouted repeatedly.
"Wait, I told you to scram, not to walk out on your feet!" Ye Qiu glanced at Zhang Fan with displeasure, his tone icy.
"What?"
Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.
But then, he put on a smile, fawning, "Yes, yes, I'll roll, I'll roll..."
Afterward, he slowly lay on the ground and started rolling towards the street, rolling and rolling out...
"Wait!"
Ye Qiu suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly called Zhang Fan back.
"B-big brother, do you have any orders?"
