Ashan returned before long, quietly sat down at the computer, and continued with his unfinished work.
Having just given Pan Hua a beating felt like nothing more than a trivial matter.
At this moment, Ashan finally understood why Boss Wei had always loved peace and quiet so much. He felt it deeply now.
When someone wanted to focus on studying, what they hated most was being interrupted and disturbed.
What was even more hateful was when the person interrupting them wore an innocent expression and said, "I only called you once. Was that really necessary?" "I only asked you for a little help. Was that really necessary?" "I only broke a tiny little thing. Was that really necessary?" "I only..."
He had not understood before, but Ashan understood now. It really was necessary.
Everyone wanted different things. Using one's own worldview to think for others and make decisions for them would usually lead to deviations, and the result might not be what they wanted.
Yet that was reality. Many people liked using their own worldview to condemn the behavior of others.
Fortunately, Ashan had fists! These invincible iron fists could help him obtain what he wanted.
Su Hao proceeded with his fourth Summoner match.
His opponent had clearly come prepared. He had actually forged a set of refined steel armor for his Summoned Beasts as defense.
Su Hao could not help freezing. "That works too? Isn't that against the rules?"
Yet, seeing the thunderous cheers from the audience and the host still passionately commentating, lavishly praising that fine armor and declaring that "Bai Jingzhong" had run into big trouble, Su Hao understood. "Fine! So this is what no rules means. It's also allowed to burn money arming Summoned Beasts! I wonder whether mowing them down with a machine gun would