Before the game began, Niu Zhihong had been pondering a question.
Why had Su Bai been smiling at him the whole time?
That smile was obviously ill-intentioned, yet it was hard to point out anything wrong with it to his face. In any case, it made Niu Zhihong uncomfortable and sent chills down his spine.
"Brother Niu, when are we making our move... uh, our move with our feet?"
"Wait until the second half. Once everyone's stamina is drained, the success rate will be higher."
"Oh, okay."
Niu Zhihong's lackey did not look particularly bright, but his face carried a vicious expression. People like him were perfect as a big brother's thugs. He might not have much intelligence, but this sort of thing did not require much intelligence anyway.
I can't let this guy keep stealing the spotlight... Niu Zhihong's thoughts were simple. Simple did not necessarily mean good; it could also mean being simply rotten.
Back when Niu Zhihong had been running a Douyin account a couple of years ago, much of his video content involved pranks. He had caused trouble for quite a few classmates and had even been reported.
It had not been a big problem. Niu Zhihong had simply rallied his fans to go after the classmates who reported him.
They were just students, with no power or influence. How could they possibly fight him?
The strong were supposed to humiliate the weak mercilessly. Come at me!
Having grown up spoiled in luxury, this third-generation rich kid had long developed an extremely self-centered way of behaving.
And there really were people who bought into that, such as the girlfriends he had dated and the lackeys who loafed around with him every day.
A fine horse deserved a fine saddle, and a nag deserved a lousy one.