The sudden burst of poetry immediately drew everyone's attention.
Turning to look, they saw a slender young man with handsome features approaching with a frown.
"Holy fucking shit, whose employees are these? In weather where falling on the pavement could land you in the hospital with third-degree burns, someone actually made their employees lie on the ground for several whole minutes? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at those pitiful eyes, every pore practically weeping. This is outrageous!"
A single glance filled Jun Wangchen with a lingering sense of the sheer cruelty before him.
Give them another three minutes and a pinch of cumin, and these guys would no longer be lonely dogs, but hot dogs.
"Unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable. A bastard boss like this has to be brought to justice." Jun Wangchen took a deep breath, his gaze resolute, and rushed into a nearby shop to buy a large quilt.
Under everyone's bewildered gazes, Jun Wangchen tore open the quilt's packaging and spread it over the seven or eight people lying on the ground.
"You..."
"Shh, don't say a word. Don't worry, I know you hate that bastard boss to the bone, but we need evidence. I'm gathering it for you right now. Save your thanks for later, okay?"
The group had just been about to speak when Jun Wangchen shushed them, then sent out his soul power to bind their bodies in place one after another, leaving them unable to move.
Watching from the side, Xu Youyue froze for a moment, then struggled with all her might to hold back her laughter.
Wang Shiwan, who was down on one knee confessing his love, scowled. Judging by Jun Wangchen's behavior, he had clearly come to cause trouble.
He was just about to snap at him when Jun Wangchen reached out and patted