Li Bai wasn't some saintly mother figure. He had no endless supply of mercy or forgiveness to hand out. If someone got a slap across the face from him, they should have known what they were getting into.
A gentleman repaid kindness with kindness and settled grievances with justice. If you had a grudge, you dealt with it then and there—never the next day.
Only those who weren't strong enough had to spend ten years grinding in the wilderness.
Someone like Li Bai deserved to be happy just for not picking on others. If someone was stupid enough to come looking for a beating, who else could they blame?
If the world had a regret pill, Huoleini would be sobbing and begging for two hundred jin of them right about then, just to get started.
Harry wailed for more than ten seconds, most of that time from sheer fright. In the end, his expression was no different from Huoleini's: he stared at Li Bai, his face full of terror.
Was this man a demon?
He could actually curse them! It had to be the most evil curse imaginable!
Even after he had unknowingly regained control of his body, Harry still trembled uncontrollably.
After all, he was only Harry, not Harry Potter. He wasn't the protagonist.
"I won't—I won't give in. Harry, don't be afraid. There's no such thing as a curse."
At a moment like this, Huoleini was still stubbornly denying everything. He didn't even notice that although his mouth kept saying no, his body was being perfectly honest: just like his subordinate Harry, he trembled instinctively under the fear welling up inside him.
"One month. Thirty days. Remember that!"
Li Bai couldn't be bothered to trade words with the man. He turned and left.
He walked over to Manager