"My name is Liu Jingang."
The argumentative boy looked embarrassedly at Zhang Guangmu. "You're way smarter than me."
"I'm just stupid, foul-mouthed, and fond of picking fights with people."
"Don't take it to heart. How about you slap me twice?"
"Although I take after my old man and love picking fights everywhere like an idiot, my mom said that a person has to keep their word."
"Go ahead and hit me. A man has to admit when he's wrong! I promise I won't fight back!"
Ma Wu, standing nearby, saw through Liu Jingang. He was actually extremely embarrassed right now, but he was forcing himself to apologize to Zhang Guangmu so that Zhang Guangmu could vent his anger, thereby clearing his own name and preventing Zhang Guangmu from holding a grudge against him.
Why was he doing this?
Perhaps even Liu Jingang himself didn't know the reason.
But Ma Wu knew it perfectly well—this was the "worship of the strong" engraved deep in humanity's genes and souls at work.
Zhang Guangmu had displayed no extraordinary martial prowess, but through his actions, he had conquered Liu Jingang and some of the survivors present.
Liu Jingang, with his triangular eyes, was no hotheaded fool.
He knew he had no Leader's Charm, so he wanted to leave a deep impression on the people who might become team leaders through this reversal of his image.
What kind of impression?
He was tough, stubbornly principled, and trustworthy.
He was practically the classic image of a reckless loyal minister.
It was precisely because Liu Jingang had displayed these traits so perfectly that Ma Wu realized...
Two slaps would be enough to establish his Character Setting...
Pure profit with no downside!
What was more, with everyone watching, Liu Jingang was very unlikely to actually be hit.
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