My Sign-in Life in Douluo

The spirited young men seemed to have heard some kind of unbelievable joke, and they laughed even more wildly.

"Me!"

The McLaren's headlights suddenly flashed, startling the green-haired man who had his foot on it.

The car key in Jiang Siming's hand looked especially glaring at that moment.

"The light of righteousness shines upon the earth..."

Maybe the spirited young man in charge of filming had pressed the wrong button, because that familiar song started playing again.

"Could I trouble you to move your filthy foot now? If you scratch it, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford the compensation!"

"Fuck your mother, turn that music off!" The green-haired man kicked the young man holding the camera.

"Damn it, you really think you're the boss? I've fucking had enough of you!" Even a clay man had some temper, and the cameraman completely lost it. He rushed up and returned the favor with a punch.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" The Shamate youth hurried over to break them up.

But the two of them were locked together and couldn't be pulled apart. Even the Shamate youth trying to break up the fight somehow took a punch from someone.

Jiang Siming looked at the three people wrestling together and had no intention of staying any longer. He was afraid that if he stayed too long, his own IQ would be affected.

"Big brother, is this really your McLaren? I really, really like it!" The delinquent girl at the side, who had originally been indifferent, now set her sights on Jiang Siming and spoke in an extremely coquettish tone.

In her heart, with her beauty that could sink fish and drop geese, shame crabs and embarrass shrimp, all she had to do was crook a finger and countless men would fall at her