Scothde was really furious.
Damn it, you bunch of bastards, you still dare to mess with Zhang Fan?
Damn, the guy has S-level strength!
S-level concept, that's the strength to instantly kill a Special Soldier!
However, at this moment, Peter, who was standing in front of Zhang Fan with a sneer on his face, suddenly flew backward.
One slap!
Still one slap!
The sound was even louder and crisper than with the previous two!
In fact, Peter flew a meter farther than the previous two.
The atmosphere on the scene suddenly fell silent!
Countless people were wide-eyed, looking in disbelief at Peter lying motionless on the ground.
Hell, another slap?
Damn, is that kid's hand poisoned or are their eyes poisoned?
What the fuck just happened?
"Huff, huff, huff!"
After twenty seconds of silence, the sound of heavy breathing suddenly arose.
Looking at Zhang Fan who had withdrawn his hands and put them in his pockets, a group of people reached out and rubbed their eyes hard.
