In the restroom.
A silence filled the air, but soon a voice, like a recitation, rang out:
"I, Zhu Wushou, swear to heaven and earth, as long as Mr. Fang tells me who the mastermind is, I, Zhu Wushou, will never lay a hand on him again. If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning..."
"Wait, change 'struck by lightning' to 'choke to death while drinking water,' it's a bit better."
"..."
Zhu Wushou restrained himself and said again, "If I break this oath, may I choke to death while drinking water!"
"OJBK!"
Fang Yi turned off the recording, saved it, and then put away the phone.
At this moment, Zhu Wushou's face had already turned as dark and vast as the sea, ready to burst with rage at any moment, but Fang Yi couldn't care less.
Damn, I've taken photos and recorded your voice, which means I'm already against you. How can I still be afraid of you?
Fang Yi never regrets what he does.
