"Brother Hu," the man with sunglasses looked at Chen Fan dazedly, then turned to Yang Hu and asked cautiously, "What, what the hell is going on?"
"Yeah, Brother Hu, why on earth are you issuing a life and death challenge?"
The people in the room, seeing this, all rushed out, trying to dissuade him.
"What's going on?"
Yang Hu sneered, his eyes falling on Chen Fan, "It's not me who wants to fight him to the death; it's him who wants to fight me."
"What?"
The man with sunglasses and the others were dumbfounded, staring at Chen Fan like wooden dolls.
The gazes of the surrounding people also fell synchronously on Chen Fan, their expressions filled with disbelief.
Yang Hu's voice rose,
"A few minutes ago, out of goodwill, I invited him into a private room, even offering him a thousand points as compensation, trying to build a connection with him. Who would have thought, this kid harbored ill intentions."
"Harbored ill intentions?"
"What intentions?"
