Even Jia Guangliang himself had never expected the authority he had spent two years building in the Southwest to crumble completely in less than half an hour.
The Special Affairs Office had not only crushed him in terms of strength, but also exposed his concealed appearance and name, stripping away every last secret.
How was this any different from having his underwear ripped off in front of a crowd?
They hadn't even left him his underpants!
After cursing, Jia Guangliang lowered his head and hugged his chubby body, heartbroken. He wanted nothing more than to die on the spot and never lift his head again.
At that moment, he felt no attachment to this world whatsoever.
Wu Buyu understood him perfectly.
The agony of social death was no less painful than actually dying once.
He raised a hand and patted Jia Guangliang's shoulder, then slowly began-
"He's crying inside like a two-hundred-pound fatty. He feels utterly humiliated. We've destroyed the image he worked so hard to build, and he's extremely upset.
"He wants to kill everyone, but he can't beat us, so all he can do is curse inwardly, wishing a meteorite would fall from the sky and crush you all to death. He says he regrets it. If he'd known, he wouldn't have gone out today. He also says his lifelong reputation is ruined, and this is just..."
Jia Guangliang's shoulders grew even stiffer. Though he never raised his head and merely curled himself into a ball, everyone could tell that at this very moment... he was on the verge of shattering.
Exposing his thoughts at a time like this-what kind of devil was this guy?!
Jia Guangliang's composure collapsed.
Sheng An glanced at Wu Buyu, who flashed a grin and quietly shut his mouth.
An unrestrained grin had