Leng Huaping forced herself to calm down and silently watched Yin Kuang for a while. Then she rose, said, "Goodbye," and left. Naturally, Yin Kuang did not gentlemanly rise to see her out.
"Plato?" Yin Kuang sneered, his tone thick with mockery. He drained the tea from his cup in one gulp. "So even you, Li Shuangmu, have come to this..."
After saying that, Yin Kuang took out his phone and dialed a number. Once the call connected, he said, "Keep a close lock on Li Shuangmu's location. Once he shows up, tell him I'm inviting him for tea. As for the location, the old Class 1237 classroom. Mm, that's it." With that, Yin Kuang hung up.
"Ah, so manipulating other people's fates is such a fascinating thing..."
After leaving Yin Kuang's "tomb," Leng Huaping stood blankly at the entrance for a while longer. She tilted her head up and looked toward the Soul-Extinguishing Mountain Range behind the Mass Graveyard, her heart seized by icy spasms.
"I never thought Shuangmu would have a day like this too..."
With a sigh in her heart, Leng Huaping lifted her foot and prepared to leave the Mass Graveyard.
But just then, a voice entered Leng Huaping's ears. "Damn those Eastern Japan midgets! I really want to stab them to death! What the hell are they supposed to be?" The voice was full of rage and contempt, as though its owner had suffered the unbearable humiliation of being bitten by a dog. Another voice said, "All right, all right, Old Lü. You've been grumbling all the way here. Are you ever going to stop? They only glared at you a few times. Why act like they're your mortal enemies?"
"Glared a few times? You call that a few glares?" Old Lü seemed to have