Virtuous Helper?

Virtuous Helper?

Fan Yu's eyes sparkled.

He was in love.

What a fine hero, rescuing a beauty.

Husband was mighty.

Those baka immediately rose to their feet and roared, "Kill GiGi!"

One of the baka in the lead slid his foot and charged at him.

"EEEEEEE!"

"Fuck!" Wang Feifan launched a kick.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed heavily into the ground.

The rest howled, "Rura rura rura," and rushed forward.

"A gay is unzipping my pants!!"

"Hi, his Aunt Flo!"

"A bag of rice has to carry several floors!"

"A bag of rice, I washed so much mud..."

"Mud in every mouth, who gave you a bag of rice~~"

One after another, the rest mobilized their qi, raised their hands to press against the ground, and shrieked.

"Wua~ Unzip the pants egg!"

"Mobile~~ toilet~~"

"What the fuck!!"

"Fuck, what kind of nonsense is this?" Wang Feifan stomped his foot and charged forward.

A chill showed on Wang Feifan's face as he threw his fists, knocking one man heavily to the ground with every punch.

He showed no mercy when he made a move.

The corridor was not large to begin with. Alone, he held off an entire group without falling into the slightest disadvantage.

The people they had sent were nothing but trash.

In barely two minutes, he had nearly swept them all away.

At that moment, Wang Feifan seemed to have found the feeling of being the Protagonist again.

That confidence, that air of being the sole sovereign beneath heaven.

Fan Yu clenched his fists, bouncing up and down as he cheered loudly, "Husband, beat them to death! You're amazing!"

"These little Japs are nothing but chicken feed."

"I can do it too!" As he spoke, he covered his eyes with one hand.

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