"Hey, what's wrong with you, kid? Don't you know smoking is forbidden on trains?" A shrill, caustic voice rang out. Wu Biao looked over and saw a woman in the seat beside him glaring at him, her eyes full of disgust and contempt.
When she noticed Wu Biao looking at her, she shot him another vicious glare and said with loathing, "I wonder whose child is so ill-mannered. Is this how your parents taught you?"
"What the hell are you yapping about? If you've got a problem, stand up and fight me. If you can make Brother Biao give up his seat, you win!" As he spoke, Wu Biao turned and swept his gaze across the rest of the carriage. "Same goes for all of you. Anyone with an objection, get up and fight me."
"..."
The entire carriage immediately fell silent. The sharp-tongued woman who had started it all glared at Wu Biao, but did not dare say another word. Instead, she stood up and headed straight for the attendant's compartment.
"You... what you're doing is wrong!" The delicate-looking youth beside him hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to say that much.
"Oh?" Wu Biao looked at the delicate-looking youth with interest. "How is it wrong?"
Under Brother Biao's gaze, the youth hurriedly lowered his head and said in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "It... will... cause trouble for other people."
"What the hell does that have to do with you?"
Wu Biao was still being unusually cutting and unreasonable. Looking at the delicate-looking youth, he said, "Coward, why do you suddenly have the courage to stop me now?"
"Huh?" The delicate-looking youth froze. He simply could not understand what Wu Biao meant. Why did he say "now"? Why did he keep