Hoo!
Everyone in the audience gasped, as if a handful of dog food was forcefully stuffed into their mouths, the atmosphere was quite strange.
Speechless.
Rendered speechless.
No words to respond!
Especially Mu Feichen, who was anxious, angry, and jealous; his whole body turned red as if on fire, white steam gushed from his head, like a kettle boiling, just about to roar in rage.
However, his eyes nearly bulged out, his mouth wide open wanting to howl, but the sound lingered in his throat, not daring to come out.
After all.
Lin Fan wasn't someone to be trifled with, fearing a severe beating awaited him.
Zhu Qilue and the other Darts Masters were full of envy. Watching Lin Fan deftly woo a girl, his techniques so skilled, and Lan Yunwei showing signs of falling for it, they all wanted to become his disciples and call Lin Fan their master!
Silence.
A deathly quiet.
No one dared to speak loudly, even their breathing slowed down.
