Seeing this, Lin Fan flew into a rage. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging as he stared fixedly at Xiao Bei.
Then he burst into wild, maniacal laughter.
Turning to Huang Sheng, he said in a fury, "I'm not paying the bet today. If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but not a single cent of the club membership fees will be refunded!"
"And you, Xiao Bei—do whatever the hell you want. You think I'm afraid of you?"
Lin Fan had completely lost his earlier gentlemanly demeanor and was now directly confronting Xiao Bei head-on.
Fuck, had he been provoked to the point of going insane and completely letting himself go?
Everyone turned to look at Xiao Bei. Lin Fan had clearly decided to smash the pot and give up all pretense.
Now it depended on what Xiao Bei would do.
That bastard Lin Fan was shamelessly reneging on everything. No one could do anything about it.
Once an old schemer threw caution to the wind and stopped being afraid, he was truly difficult to deal with.
Some suggested beating him up, but that would not solve anything. On the contrary, after taking a beating, Lin Fan could simply walk away.
If they did not lay a hand on him and kept deadlocked like this, Lin Fan indeed would not be able to leave through that door—but who could guarantee they could outlast this lunatic?
What could anyone do when he simply refused to honor his word?
By now, everyone had seen just how shameless Lin Fan could be.
Chen Qi said, "Fuck your mother. Have some backbone, will you? This is fucking embarrassing!"
Lin Fan replied, "Did I embarrass you?"
Fang Chun said, "And you call yourself some young master? More like a shameless snake!"
Lin Fan