What Was This?

Fang Jin knew his reputation was poor, but he still had some intimidating presence. Ever since Shen Changxiong died, Lu Jiatang was the only one he had suffered losses against. It wasn't even the first time his mind had gone wrong after entering the water, so why had he gotten slapped?

At the same time, Fang Jin knew very well that Si You had acted in a fit of anger.

Wait, Si You hadn't been wet just now, so the person who had saved him was...

Fang Jin turned and saw Lu Jiatang, soaked through and sitting on the floor, staring fixedly at him.

Lu Jiatang was someone who cared immensely about his appearance, always impeccably put together and rarely this disheveled. But none of that mattered. His eyes were like dark ink spreading heavily through water, even revealing traces of sorrow and gloom. He seemed to have much to say, yet remained utterly silent.

Fang Jin didn't want to speculate too much. Hoarsely, he said, "Thank you, President Lu, for saving me."

Lu Jiatang nodded very lightly.

Fang Jin staggered to his feet. Every time he fell into an illusion left him utterly exhausted, but no matter how pale and wan he looked, when he glared fiercely at someone, his gaze was still like a blade drawn from its sheath.

Fang Jin stepped forward, one step at a time, and looked down at Li Jue, who had already been pinned to the ground by the security guards. "You pushed my little brother?"

Li Jue was easily influenced by his emotions. Just now, Shen Laizhang had been standing there alone while everyone around him was drunk and muddled. Li Jue had suddenly grown bold. One hand reached out from the shadows, then quickly withdrew. Li Jue had checked; this spot