Compensation

Compensation

As he gradually drew closer, when he was only fifty meters from the reception hall, Yang Wanjun suddenly heard a whole jumble of voices.

His ability had always been activated. Special circumstances called for special measures.

This nearly made his brain explode as a flood of lunatic-like questions suddenly surfaced.

Xiao Qi: "When I was in school, there were fifty students in my class. Why could I only see forty-nine? Where was the other one? Could he turn invisible?"

Teng Snake: "Everyone's butt looks the same, right? Then why is it a private part? Why can't it be displayed?"

Xu Teng: "As a doctor, I've always wanted to ask: when a mouse gets sick, why doesn't it eat rat poison?"

Xiao Jiu: "If a shiitake mushroom falls into a toilet, is it still called a shiitake mushroom?"

Iron Hand: "I finally understand why the Japanese rarely pay by phone. So they were hit by atomic bombs, and radiation makes phones malfunction, leaving them unable to scan codes to pay."

Crimson Eye: "Oh no, I washed my sun-protective clothing yesterday. Since it's sun-protective clothing, can it even dry in the sun?"

Fourth Brother: "Everyone who lives will die. If I just go die now, wouldn't I be miles ahead?"

Gao Shan: "I'm a little afraid of pain. If I drink a bottle of painkillers before fighting someone, wouldn't that mean I won't feel pain and will become invincible?"

Shen Wuxiao: "Today, I'm making the Long Family compensate me for emotional distress."

Hearing those questions, Yang Wanjun's head nearly exploded.

What kind of people were these? Were they insane?

Rubbing his forehead, he said to Long Qingyuan, "Grandpa Long, someone is coming. They're enemies, not friends."

He had heard from Shen Wuxiao's thoughts that he had come to make the Long