He, Weiker, although in their country his status was insignificant, in Huaxia, in the Consulate, he represented their nation.
Blackmail?
This was simply an insult to him!
Instantly, Weiker gestured with his hand, speaking to the bodyguard beside him, "Go!"
The next moment, the few bodyguards by his side immediately moved towards Zhang Fan. The distance of less than three meters was closed in an instant.
Watching this scene, the crowd at the top of the stairs had their eyes wide open, their faces wore a schadenfreude expression.
"Heh, Zhang Fan is definitely dead this time!"
Zhang Fan also laughed, looking at the bodyguards with the kitchen knife in his hand spinning smoothly!
A fight? Ha, when has he, Zhang Fan, ever been a coward.
Just as things were about to escalate, Yuan Xiang hurriedly said, "Weiker, stop!"
No matter what, this was Tsinghua; how could he let Weiker take action.
If word of this spread, wouldn't he be shamed?
