Especially seeing the two teeth that spat out from Jin Jingfeng's mouth, a group of people felt a chill down their spines.
That slap must have been really vicious!
Zhang Fan examined Jin Jingfeng's left face carefully and seeing that somewhat faint hand print, he immediately muttered, "No good, the color is not uniform, it makes me uncomfortable."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, including Wang Qinhe, everyone was left speechless.
Dude, your slap knocked his teeth out, and you still complain that the handprint on his other cheek is too faint?
Just as Zhang Fan was raising his hand, a voice full of anger and shock rang out.
"Who dares to hit someone from my Technical Department!"
A man dressed in a white lab coat, with a gloomy face, walked over, his expression utterly grim.
Seeing this man, the young people around tightened their gazes.
Jin Dahong, the director of the second department of the Technical Division, controlled a lot of resources.
