If you're not convinced, then fight!
"Uh ..." Half of the adjudicator's hair had turned white, but he looked at fatty Jin like a child who had been wronged and scolded by his parents. He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to say another word. The one-track minded adjudicator finally came back to his senses. Deacon Jin was clearly pointing at a deer as a horse. Whatever he said was true and he could not refute it!
Everyone looked at fatty Jin speechlessly. There were 16 of them, and they could tell without counting. However, fatty Jin insisted that there were 15 of them. Who would dare to back down? Forget it, this is how favoritism is so outrageous. What, you're not convinced? If you're not convinced, then fight! Beat him until he was convinced! Fatty Jin had this expression on his face.