"Stop, what are you doing?"
Xia Hongyao bellowed, charging over immediately.
"Trash!"
Gu Qingqiu sneered, thinking these people had absolutely no resilience—they should at least hold out until the end to see how things played out, instead of being so eager for vengeance against society.
The fatty had just lost his composure, wanting to drag a bunch of people down with him. After pushing a few meters forward, the crowd grew, some fell, others pushed back, making it impossible for him to continue, and his speed slowed down.
As a result, the fatty didn't fall and was still alive.
"Damn it!"
"Hit him!"
"Kill him!"
Already tormented to the brink by this godforsaken game, everyone's nerves were on edge with nowhere to vent. When the fatty acted up, they just exploded and started to beat him up, kicking him ferociously.
The fatty curled up into a ball: "Stop hitting me, I was wrong!"
"The hurricane is coming!"
