As Zhang Fan finally raised his head, the fury on Mei Xiaoyun's face grew even more intense!
"Haha, afraid now, are you? Too late, their people are already at the stairs. Now, even if you want to escape, you can't." Mei Xiaoyun said hatefully.
She just didn't understand why this guy would risk his life to show off.
You know, Bai Xiaotian is the Young Master here.
Not counting the thirty-plus people Luo Shan brought, there are dozens of bodyguards here.
And each has a stun baton.
No matter how strong you are, so what?
Can't beat you to death.
"Haha!" Zhang Fan also smiled faintly, not bothering to explain.
He lifted his leg, picked up a pastry from the table, stuffed it in his mouth, then continued to bury his head, rapidly clacking on the keyboard.
"Sigh, I might as well rewrite the whole thing, consider it practice!" Zhang Fan suddenly muttered.
Anyway, idle is idle, and with his typing speed, rewriting the National Shield System wouldn't take more than a few days.
