After Tang Bing's unfiltered, motormouthed roast, the stagnant air didn't improve.
Instead.
It grew even more stagnant.
Looking at Meng Lang, whose clothes had been ripped into strips of cloth by some sort of "blazing energy," revealing solid pectoral muscles, thighs, and sharply chiseled latissimus dorsi and glutes through the gaps,
along with those life-claiming, sexy black underwear (battle-damaged version)!
Four people sat on the four sides of the square little table, the scene extremely bizarre for a moment.
Then.
"Pfft!! Pfft, pfft hahahahaha! C-clothes burst!? Oh my god, hahahaha,"
unable to hold back his laughter, Fang Ran collapsed directly onto the carpet in a fit of explosive laughter, gasping for air as he spoke in fits and starts:
"O-o-old bro, when did you even learn this kind of fanservice ability. Good lord, clothes burst! Ah, ah, I can't do this! My stomach.!"
Listening to his uninhibited, exaggerated laughter, flushed bright red and laughing to the point of tears,
Meng Lang was so angry that his upper and lower teeth chattered together as he forced out a sound.
Yet at this moment, Fang Ran had to be damned, choking and delivering a fatal blow while still convulsing:
"Ha, ha, old bro, getting yourself snatched like that is just retribution!"
"O-old. bro."
With his eyes closed and his brow twitching violently as he contemplated what sins he could have committed in his past life to run into such a pit-father of a pest, biting his teeth in trembling fury,
Meng Lang's eyes blazed with a fury he could no longer suppress, and he struck with a menacing aura!
"What the hell did you blindly mess up this time?!"
"W-wait, h-hold on! Let me catch my breath, pfft! It's not my fault, you were the one who insisted on grabbing it! You