"Who told you that I, Qin Fan, am dead?"
Amidst the sudden silence.
Qin Fan's voice echoed from behind Du Wenyuan.
Swish-!
On top of the speaker.
Du Wenyuan, holding the microphone with a defiant and arrogant expression, suddenly shivered!
Plop-!
Buzz-!
In that instant, the microphone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, his face turned ashen and pale!
On the scene, it plunged into a dead silence.
Du Wenyuan's body on the speaker slowly turned back.
The endless fear swept over suddenly.
At this moment.
His body shook violently.
But upon turning around and seeing Qin Fan's cold and furious face beneath him.
Boom-!!!
His body went limp and, losing support, collapsed in complete exhaustion.
"Qin, Qin, Qin Fan!"
Lying on the ground, unable to struggle to stand up, Du Wenyuan looked up with a face covered in cold sweat, trembling in terror.
"Is it fun?"
