In the luxurious Phoenix Room on the fifth level of the Longxing Entertainment City.
Upon hearing Lin Tian's words, Wang Guangqi took a moment to even react.
He swayed his disproportionately large head, looking at the wailing gang of blondes on the floor, then at Brother Rong, who was severely injured with an uncertain fate, and Longxing, who was clutching his arm and wailing, all while wearing a stupefied expression.
At this moment.
Wang Guangqi felt as if his head was ringing with buzzing explosions.
It seemed as if his brain was backfilled with a sticky mess, tangled like wool, impossible to sort out, completely in disarray.
Finally, calming down, Wang Guangqi looked towards Lin Tian, eyes wide, "Dummy... Lin Tian... this... just now you... you..."
"What 'you you you'... you, Big Head! Stop hemming and hawing! Bring over all the beer!"
