C827 Compete
"Trash, what did you say?!"
Gong Ziyu's innate perception was astonishing. Jin Buhuan's muttering was actually caught by him, and his gaze turned towards him.
Shua!
The people around Jin Buhuan quickly retreated, forming a blank area. Everyone was sizing him up with a strange gaze.
"What did this kid say?"
"Who knows!"
Everyone was whispering and pointing at each other
