You Guanghui's face was covered with scars. Seeing that the other party was about to leave, he immediately took the opportunity to shout: "Zhang Fan, wait, I, You Guanghui, must get it back!"

Zhang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to the other party, and his back disappeared from the streets in a lonely way.

Passers-by were all talking about it, marveling at the explosive power of Zhang Fan, and also feeling worthless for him.

Li Rui followed Zhang Fan to the central square of the community. He saw Zhang Fan sitting alone on the steps of the square, looking at the entertainment projects in the factory, shook his head, and threw the broken hairpin into the trash can.

His eyes were firm and he murmured at the endless sky.

"Thirty years, Hedong and thirty years, Hexi, don't bully the young man's poor!" At this time, Li Rui walked to him silently.

Zhang Fan turned his head in confusion, looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm just a passerby. When you see you fighting with people, let's take a look."

"Look? What did you mean by that sentence just now?"

"Young man, you are still young, you must have confidence in yourself. As long as you work hard, you will always be able to make those who underestimate you in one day!"

Although Zhang Fan felt puzzled by the stranger who suddenly appeared, he was still willing to listen to what Li Rui said. He nodded vigorously and said, "Although you probably can't do what you said, you can't do it yourself, but

I still want to thank you! Although I am just a tribe, I don’t believe in fate. Is it better to be a king, prince, general, and minister? I must stand out!"
Chapter completed!