"Xu Fan..."
Zhou Jianjun's dark and oppressive weapon had already scared Xiao Lan to the point of losing all color in her face.
Zhou Jianjun and his gang had always been arrogant. Now, with their overwhelming numbers and the several dozen firearms aimed at Xu Fan's head, it seemed the only option left was to bow their heads in submission.
"Zhou Jianjun, if you want to make things difficult, then..."
Since ancient times, a man's knees have housed gold; how could Xiao Lan bear to see Xu Fan suffer such humiliation?
Biting her teeth, she was determined to kneel in Xu Fan's place and bear the disgrace.
"Shut up!"
But before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Jianjun interrupted her harshly.
"Xiao Lan, what right do you have to speak to me? I told you to shut up, understand?"
"You!"
Zhou Jianjun's arrogant attitude caused Xiao Lan to tremble with rage, yet inside, she felt utterly helpless.
In such a situation, there was nothing she could do...