Meanwhile, over on Jiang Honglin's side, a group of people suddenly realized something.
"Hey, hey, hey, why does something feel off?"
"Why have all the reporters run off?"
At that moment, someone suddenly slapped their forehead.
"Damn, where is Zhang Fan?"
"Huh? Zhang Fan? What Zhang Fan?"
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
"That bastard, he made a bet with us, and he ran off. Were we beaten up for nothing?"
Hearing this, countless people on Jiang Honglin's side widened their eyes. Almost in the next instant, an invisible Killing Intent emerged.
"Damn it, did Zhang Fan that scoundrel really run away?"
"He just ran off like that?"
"Damn, that scoundrel, he definitely did it on purpose."
"Dong Yu is his friend, and Dong Yu comes from a prestigious family; how could he possibly jump off a building? It's definitely his plan, his conspiracy.
He doesn't dare to compete with us, doesn't dare to place a bet, so he came up with this conspiracy!"
