The delicate-looking boy glared with bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred—but even more than that... fear!
Though the veins on his clenched fists bulged, though his face was flushed crimson with fury.
In the end, he still did not throw that punch.
Because he did not dare. Even though this incredibly strong man in front of him had said he would not fight back.
He was afraid... afraid that this terrifying bald man would come looking for him afterward.
And how could a verbal promise be trusted? They were all lies, completely and utterly false!
Endure it. Just endure it, and it would pass!
That was right. He only needed to endure it for a little while.
Just like... back then. He only needed to close his eyes and not look.
Eventually, they would grow tired of hitting him. Resisting would only hurt more. Resisting... would get him killed!
Just like... her.
"Hah..." Wu Biao let out a long breath, then casually flung the delicate-looking young man aside. He glanced at the approaching train attendant and curled his lips. He really wanted to knock this meddlesome bastard down.
Still, Wu Biao was not tyrannical enough to go that far.
"Are you alright, student?" The attendant walked over and first looked at the delicate-looking young man beside him, asking with concern.
The young man said nothing. He merely kept his eyes tightly shut and sat in his seat without uttering a word.
The attendant frowned, then turned to Wu Biao. "Sir, please come with me."
"What's the matter?" Wu Biao scratched his head in confusion. "I was just fooling around with my friend. Didn't you see me help him back up? If you don't believe me, ask him."
As he spoke, Wu Biao patted the delicate-looking boy on the shoulder. "Hey,