"Holy shit, this fucking Post Author is that vicious?"
Wen Zhishu immediately launched into a tirade.
A string of bleep-worthy curses spilled out of his mouth.
His swearing made both Shen Yu and Huo Wujìu stare at him in surprise.
"Fuck him! That fucking bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep..."
Huo Wujìu's temple twitched. "Enough. You're giving me a headache."
"Shit, how are you so calm? We all fell for his trick! He deliberately lured us here to die, didn't he?"
"What, his family's lives matter, but ours don't? How can he be so fucking vicious?"
"Why do you look like you don't care at all?"
"You're making me look like I'm getting worked up over something that doesn't even bother you. Fuck this. This isn't over. I'm going to find him right now."
Wen Zhishu had always been quick to act.
Or rather, anyone who came here was either bored or curious. They were all people who readily acted on their impulses.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have fallen for this trick.
Seeing that he really was about to charge out to find Zhao Yongqiang, Shen Yu hurriedly grabbed him.
"What? Don't stop me."
Wen Zhishu violently shook off his hand, using a little too much force.
Shen Yu reflexively caught his wrist, then sent him flying onto the sofa with an over-the-shoulder throw.
Wen Zhishu flipped through the air and landed on the sofa, completely stunned.
He stared at Shen Yu in disbelief.
He hadn't expected Shen Yu, who looked so delicate and frail, to be so strong.
And the move had been incredibly clean. It was obvious he'd had training.
It had to be said that the throw seemed to have shaken all the nonsense right out of his head.
Now Wen Zhishu was no longer furious. His head was clear,