"You're saying my transmigration was an elaborate conspiracy?"
He took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and offered it to the "himself" behind the wheel, who readily accepted it and lit up.
Yang Bo put another cigarette between his own lips and said, half asking, half talking to himself, "After your big brother Yang Tao transmigrated back home, he kicked you straight into another world? Then you were pissed off, but you couldn't beat him, so you went around enthusiastically helping big brothers from parallel universes transmigrate?"
When the other man nodded, Yang Bo took another deep drag, then roared in fury, "You mother-"
He paused, swallowed the curse he had almost blurted out, and continued, "Are you out of your damn mind? According to you, if I'd stayed another year or two, I could've unlocked Avarice and gained complete control over my power."
"Then I could've gone home whenever I wanted."
"But now, thanks to you, I've gone straight from victim to perpetrator!"
As he spoke, Yang Bo reached for the door handle, ready to get out.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
The Yang Bo in the driver's seat hurriedly stopped him, then used a special ability to make the handle disappear. Even the seams around the door vanished.
"Hear me out first."
"As far as I know, our big brothers have already formed an alliance. We need to stick together."
"They've made a group chat, so we've got to get one going too. Otherwise, they'll string us up and beat us every day."
Yang Bo rolled his eyes. "That's you!"
A group chat, seriously!
What, did he want to round up a bunch of people and play Bed Wars against their big brothers?
But the other man's next words silenced him.
"Don't you want to experience sending your