C723 The Seniority of the Pugilistic World

Wang Fann, who had ignored Zhang Shun, laughed without any restraint. This made Zhang Shun, who had come to find trouble, very unhappy. He sized up Wang Fann, who was sitting on the armchair, and secretly guessed his identity.

He was in his early twenties. He didn't look like a son of a rich family, nor did he look like a big shot with a powerful background