The group stared at Fang Yi like wolves.
The one playing on his phone set it down and pulled out a knife from beneath his pillow.
Those playing cards stopped, their hands unwittingly reaching under the table.
The ones eating instant noodles stopped eating, casually wiped their mouths with their sleeves, and reached into their pockets.
All with malicious intent.
All watching the pure, fragile lamb that is Fang Yi, ready to pounce at any moment.
Xie Shi lit a cigarette, one hand in his pocket, looking proud and arrogant.
With such an advantage, so many people on his side, how could he not be arrogant and smug?
Recalling being stomped on by Fang Yi earlier, even having his mouth trodden underfoot, Xie Shi fumed with anger at the thought.
Xie Shi held his cigarette between his fingers, blew out a puff of smoke, and stared at Fang Yi, saying, "I won't waste words with you. Lie down and let me trample you a few times, payback for before, not too much to ask, right?"
