Forget the people on Chang Wei's side, even Fu Zili was bewildered.
The very people he called upon had turned around to give him a beating?
How was this logical?
But whether it made sense or not, the fact clearly played out before everyone's eyes. Although Chang Wei had managed to protect his head and save some face, his body was a mess. After Fei Yi stopped hitting him, he remained on the ground, not knowing if it was the overwhelming shame or the unbearable pain that kept him from getting up for some time.
All the young masters who rushed over to the scene looked at me, and I looked at you, at a loss for what to do.
People are divided into ranks.
So are the rich second generation.
Without being someone they all look up to, Fei Yi held considerable sway within this circle.
To put it plainly.
He beat up Chang Wei, and no one really dared to stand up for him.
This was similar to a gang leader punishing a junior member. It was the same principle.
