Advisor Ma, Experimental Conclusions, and Speculation

"I'll smash you lot! Smash you!"

"All four of you have faces like whores, yet you actually went to a place like that, in broad daylight, no less."

"Ptooey! Disgusting!"

"Even I wouldn't go, and I don't have a whore's face!"

In a private room at a restaurant in Suotuo City, Ma Hongjun unleashed a tirade at the four disloyal fellows.

"You could find respectable girls for this sort of thing. Respectable ones."

"Even if you played the field and found a few more, it wouldn't take much effort."

"At least sneak around and go at night."

"You're practically hooligans-worse than hooligans!"

Dai Mubai glared at Ma Hongjun, whose spit was flying everywhere, and clenched his fists, saying through gritted teeth:

"You damn fatty, do you have a death wish? I already told you, we only went inside to look! We didn't do anything!"

Ma Hongjun's plump face trembled. He hid behind the girls and poked his head out to say:

"Boss Dai, speaking objectively as a neutral bystander, I can understand if you didn't last very long."

"You're dead!" Before Ma Hongjun could finish, Dai Mubai lunged at him.

Ma Hongjun turned and fled, slipping straight out of the private room.

The three remaining boys found themselves under the girls' intense scrutiny.

Oscar felt rather uncomfortable and wanted to get up and make his escape.

But just then, Chen Feng put an arm around his shoulders and whispered in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"We share our blessings, and we shoulder our troubles together."

"But I didn't get any blessings," Oscar whispered back.

"Whatever the case, we're good brothers. How can you run when your brother's in trouble?" Chen Feng said.

The corner of Oscar's mouth twitched, and he could only remain sitting stiffly in his