Wang Wenlong sat in the old well with his fists punching the air before him. It looked like he was in the middle of a boxing match.
"Stand here and don't move. I'll go and pull him out," Chen Ge told Pei Hu. Wang Wenlong heard him and stopped moving. Like a traumatized victim, he lifted his head upwards dumbly. When his pair of lifeless eyes caught Pei Hu, they started to focus.
His body shaking with anger, Wang Wenlong seemed to escape from the thing that had taken hold of him earlier, and he yelled at Pei Hu, "You f*cker! You dare come back to face me‽"
"Listen to me. It was a dangerous situation. If I didn't run, we both would have been in danger."
"You lie!"
"It's true! I used myself as bait to lure the scariest threat away! If you don't believe me, ask the boss!"
Pei Hu felt wronged. Being targeted by a mannequin head and frozen under the bed for ten minutes, those who had not experienced that before had no idea how scary it was.
