941: C941 Most Powerful Fighter

C941 Most Powerful Fighter

In her previous life, she hadn't heard much about Pan Yan's achievements.

The few incidents that happened were not directly related to him, but to his fans.

It could be said that his fans could be said to be the strongest fighters in the food circle.

Who dared to say that Pan Yan was wrong? Those fans could scold him to the point of committing suicide.

His battle prowess was extraordinary.

In the end, the amount of time that Pan Yan spent in front of the screen decreased, until he eventually left the entertainment circle.

Seems like it was due to his damaged vocal cords that he was unable to sing.

If Pan Yan were to see him with his eyes closed and his head swaying, he would be a little angry. The matter had arisen because of him, and it was none of his business to listen to the song!

He tore off a page of the medical records, crumpled them into a ball, and threw it at his head.

The conference room instantly turned silent.

Pan Yan slowly opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings icily. Finally, his gaze landed on Ruo Ruo.

His eyes were full of hostility, and the malicious intent between his brows made people tremble in fear.

If you look back at him fearlessly.

"What are you doing!"

Just a moment ago, Miss Feng, who was proudly using her fans to pressure others, came back to her senses and shouted angrily.

"Nothing, I just can't stand it." If he answered frankly.

Her righteous manner made Miss Feng unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Speaking of which, the patient has never expressed his or her opinion. Why do you keep making decisions for him?" If he looked curiously at Miss Feng, "You're still using her fans to do bad things, did you ask the original owner?"

When Miss Feng heard this, she glanced at Pan Yan guiltily. Seeing that he was still staring unwaveringly at her if he didn't take her words in, she immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

"I... It's his agent. I'll take care of everything about him! Isn't it natural for me to speak up for him!? "

If he rolled his eyes and stared straight at Pan Yan, "Did you hear that, you like being a puppet? Are you dumb? "If you have something to say, just say it. We have eyes to see it."

Miss Feng looked at Pan Yan in shock, afraid that he would be swayed by her words.

This money lender had always listened to her and would hardly say no to her arrangements. How could he escape her control before she earned enough money?

After a long while, Pan Yan retracted his aura, put on his earphones, and prepared to close his eyes.

With a "pa" sound, another paper ball hit his head.

"Write it." If he answered.

Pan Yan's gaze was directed straight into the other party's eyes. A cold sneer was plastered on his face, as if he was mocking the other party for overestimating his capabilities.

If it was colder than he was, "You can write as long as you want, regardless of whether I can do it or not."

His fingers moved.

If he threw his pen in front of him right now.

Everyone in the meeting room held their breath as they watched Pan Yan's every move. Just when everyone thought that he had swept away the pen and left the meeting room, he picked up the pen in front of him, rubbed it with a piece of paper, and began writing on it.2

When he was done, he crumpled the paper back into a ball and threw it at her, ignoring the fact that it would hit her. Then he put the earphones back on and dozed off.

If she was not hit, of course, she would have taken the paper with a wave of her hand.

When he unfolded it, he found that there were four words written on the paper: I want to sing.

If the corners of his mouth twitched speechlessly.

Just a dead prideful girl.

Yi Lize and the dean stretched their necks to read the note.

"Tsk, he should have written it out a long time ago. He just wanted to make a fool out of her." Yi Lize commented in disdain.

"You …"

"Stop it, shut up." Yi Lize interrupted her even faster and turned around to look at her. "Master, I will open the knife for him and take care of you afterwards?"

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