"Y-you, you..."
Fang Cheng pulled a face. "You what? You impostors! Of all the people you could impersonate, you picked your dad? What ungrateful sons!"
"You!" The managers went livid, pointing at Fang Cheng with trembling lips, too angry to speak. "You... get over here! I'll tear your face off!"
Fang Cheng leaned forward and gave his own cheek an infuriating pat. "Come on, then! Try hitting your dad today!"
"Fine, we will! Don't move if you've got the guts!"
The managers charged with clenched fists, only to find cold gun barrels aimed at their heads.
Shanshan gave a sly smile. "Go on. Let's see which is faster-your fists or my gun!"
The managers immediately froze. Seeing the guards standing nearby enjoying the show, they roared, "Are you morons? These two are obviously fakes! Can't you even tell?"
The guards' smiles froze on their faces. In truth, they couldn't tell who was real and who was fake either. After all, these managers were never around...
The livestream's fans flooded the screen with comments, laughing their heads off.
[One day apart feels like a lifetime! You see your darling every day, yet treat him like you've only just met!]
[Master guards, with an IQ of two-fifty-world-class idiots!]
[Brother Fang gave them a dirty look. They caught it, but lost their own faces!]
[Tang Shiba's already beating people up, and these two are still at the entrance going blah, blah, blah!]
"Tie them up. Anyone with a grudge can settle it, and anyone with a grievance can take it out on them. Remember, only hit their faces, nowhere else. Understood?"
The guards exchanged looks, then nodded.
"Yes, Manager! We're professional fake-busters. We've never missed!"
Actually, it wasn't that they couldn't tell. They'd heard the different zones were all fighting over control, so