Lin Feng: Playing poker helps friends bond

Xue Beng did not give his father much time to think.

Under the miraculous power of "True Self Liberation," which could practically be called a dimensionality-reducing strike, the truth buried deep in his bones—a truth long fused with hypocrisy—was gushing out without end.

"Still smiling at life? Still maintaining an optimistic mindset?"

"You call that optimism? That's called a petty man reveling in his success! Those four words were practically tailor-made for you!"

As Xue Beng spoke, he nodded solemnly along with his own words, looking as serious as though he were delivering an academic report.

"Look at that face of yours. You're like a wild dog that just fished a piece of meat out of a cesspit—wagging your tail at everyone you see, terrified people might not know you've been eating shit."

"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting!"

Those words were like a string of crisp, resounding slaps, crackling across Dai Tianfeng's face.

They shattered the pride he had as a newly advanced Title Douluo.

Dai Tianfeng's face visibly shifted from flushed red to iron-blue, before finally turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

He pointed at Xue Beng, his lips trembling for a long time, yet he could not utter a single word.

But under the power of "True Self Liberation," Xue Beng had completely gone berserk.

"What are you looking at? I said a couple of things, and you're already unhappy about it?"

Xue Beng tilted his head and continued his barrage at a volume everyone could hear clearly.

"Don't you have any idea what kind of person you are?"

"Getting a little advantage and then acting smug, hopping around here like an idiot—who are you trying to disgust?"

Xue Beng's words were practically peeling Dai Tianfeng's skin off his face, tossing it onto the floor, and stomping