"What the hell, did this bastard wear himself out playing with women last night!"
"Get up, Chekov! You weak fool!"
"Kill Li Shan, get up and kill him for me!"
Seeing Chekov suddenly collapse to the ground, trembling, looking overly frightened.
Instantly, boos and curses erupted from all around the stands.
Most people were infuriated, vigorously waving the tickets in their hands.
Some were quite shocked and couldn't help but seriously assess the calm Lin Fan.
"What's wrong with Chekov? Yesterday he was beating his chest in front of me, making promises!"
At the central golden section of the stands.
Lei Zhenyu, with a bruised face, had his eyes wide open, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
Turning his head, he was fuming, angrily whispering to Wutuo and the others, who were all looking at each other.
