The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 500 Do It Right Now (Third Update)

"Zhang Fan, were you the one called ’June Snow’?"

A group of people around witnessed the massive online battle involving tens of millions on Weibo, and they stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief, their minds reeling from shock.

They certainly hadn’t forgotten how the big accounts from the sophomores had dominated the school forum.

And the people spamming on Ma Tianli’s Weibo today were definitely the same bunch.

As for Zhang Fan hiring the Naval Army?

How could that be possible!

If it wasn’t for those sophomores, they wouldn’t even know anything about this matter with Zhang Fan.

Damn it, twenty-one million followers!

What on earth has Zhang Fan done?

And there was that photo with the havoc of Black Wind Storm.

Shit, was that from last August?

Could it be that he was swept away by the Black Wind Storm for a year and just came back now?

In that moment, everyone’s imaginations ran wild!

Meanwhile, Li Liang was also rushing over in haste.

When the President personally called him, he was scared shitless.

Shit, what’s this about thousands of Tsinghua students cussing people out on Weibo!

This could tarnish the whole reputation of Tsinghua.

When he found out it was all because of Zhang Fan, he felt utterly hopeless.

Shit, how many days has it been?

How has Zhang Fan managed to escalate things this much!

That was the Vice President of the Marathon Association, a reputed figure in sports colleges nationwide.

But now, first lambasted by thousands from Tsinghua, then bombarded by Zhang Fan’s fans.

And finally, getting slammed by tens of millions of Naval Army to top trending?

Just thinking about those curses made Li Liang shudder.

Is Zhang Fan trying to reach the heavens or what?

If he keeps this up, will he not blow up the school?

Oh my god, did I really invite a Demon King to our school?

And I spent a whopping sixty million!

Watching Zhang Fan, hands in pockets and his eyes roaming over the freshman girls, Li Liang took a deep breath.

"Zhang Fan, can you please tell your fans to stop causing trouble?" Li Liang said in a low, strained voice.

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhang Fan came back to reality and asked.

Instantly, everyone’s gaze turned towards them.

Li Liang stepping in? What’s going on?

Li Liang’s forehead veins throbbed as he felt the weight of countless stares. Despite having faced many challenges, he still felt uncomfortable.

After all, he was asking a student for a favor!

"Zhang Fan, the President called me. You don’t know, because of your marathon running, over ten thousand people from our school started cursing the Vice President of the Marathon Association. Moreover, your fans hired tens of millions of Naval Army, almost cursing Ma Tianli to death. Give the guy a break!"

Li Liang said with a rueful smile.

Zhang Fan gaped, looking at Li Liang incredulously.

"Tens of millions of Naval Army?"

Li Liang nodded urgently: "Yes, there really are tens of millions of Naval Army!"

Zhang Fan quickly pulled out his phone, and just as Li Liang felt a sense of relief, Zhang Fan spoke.

"Wow, these guys starting drama without inviting me!"

Immediately, Zhang Fan logged into his Weibo, his fingers flying over the screen.

"I say, if you guys cause trouble without inviting me, what am I, the Leader for?"

The moment Zhang Fan posted his status, the people from the Combat Power team also got excited.

"Damn, Brother Fan finally showed up."

"Fuck, I just knew it, we definitely need Brother Fan for this, he’s a pro at slapping faces!" Yang Haochen muttered.

"Fuck you, when did you say that!"

"You bastard, with that commanding attitude you just had, are you trying to seize power or something!" Curses resounded immediately.

Looking at the excited Zhang Fan, Li Liang’s face stiffened.

This guy, did he not hear what I said?

"Zhang Fan, the Dean meant for you to call off your Naval Army!" Li Liang said.

"Oh, come on, Li, it’s a rare opportunity, let me play for a bit." Zhang Fan spoke, then walked over to the lawn, sat down with a plop, his fingers flying rapidly.

"Brothers from the Slap Face Team, report on the situation!" Zhang Fan posted a Weibo.

Immediately, a group from the Slap Face Team started replying.

"Reporting, Leader, that idiot Ma Tianli has been gone for twenty minutes, ten million Naval Army, fighting hard."

"Reporting, Leader, should we continue to hammer him!"

The instant flood of over fifty thousand replies made Weibo explode.

"Holy shit, is it snowing in June online?"

"Haha, now that’s a show worth watching!"

Meanwhile, the famous Weibo influencers Yi Shuihan and Desert Camel also shared Zhang Fan’s Weibo.

"Little bro, what’s up, need backup?"

Watching this scene, everyone was astonished once more.

Holy shit, Yi Shuihan and Desert Camel’s popularity on Weibo is quite high.

Each of them has almost three hundred thousand fans!

And those fans are the regularly interacting die-hard kind.

It could be said, the Combat Power of these two is through the roof.

"No need, just keep eating the seeds, brothers," Zhang Fan also tagged Yi Shuihan and Desert Camel.

He had vivid memories of these two.

Zhang Fan rubbed his temples, murmuring softly, "This won’t do, ah, how can we play without the main character!"

Immediately, Zhang Fan directly tagged Ma Tianli.

"@Ma Tianli, come out and play, don’t disappoint the brothers, it’s not often we get such a massive gathering of ten million Naval Army. Otherwise, I’ll just let them hang out," and right then, Zhang Fan appended that sentence about acknowledging the father that Ma Tianli had mentioned before.

Suddenly, Weibo blew up all over again.

Damn, is this gearing up for a real showdown?

Ma Tianli, sitting at his computer, almost crushed his teeth, and immediately, he replied, "Carrying fifty-six kilograms, finished the marathon in forty-nine minutes, I absolutely call you dad!"

Looking at Ma Tianli’s reply, everyone’s eyes went wide.

Holy shit, is he seriously taking this on!

However, very quickly, they noticed what Ma Tianli had said.

Carrying fifty-six kilograms, finished the marathon in forty-nine minutes? Holy shit, who could do that?

However, the Tsinghua crowd started shouting.

"Lululu, looks like Ma Tianli is definitely playing the son."

"Zhang Fan, just agree, I really fucking hate that idiot, he’s been cursing us since he came, destroy him!"

The group from the Slap Face Team also chimed in: "Brother Fan, slap the face, slap the face, must slap the face!"

Zhang Fan also started to laugh: "@Ma Tianli, no problem."

Ma Tianli scoffed coldly, and then immediately replied, "Set a time, I’ll come personally to your Tsinghua."

Zhang Fan replied, "No need for the trouble!"

"Haha, chickened out, huh!" Ma Tianli sent twenty laughing emojis.

"I’m going live, doing it now!"

Zhang Fan’s reply left Ma Tianli with his eyes wide open.

Simultaneously, countless people on Weibo were also dumbfounded.

Holy shit, going live?

A real-time face slapping?