"Why should I?" the thin man frowned, not wanting to move. Soaking in the water would consume a lot of stamina. What if danger struck?
"Don't you have any sense of public morality?" the square-faced man roared in dissatisfaction, relying on his robust physique; he didn't care about this guy.
"So many people? Why pick on me?" the thin man protested, grabbing a rifle, "Don't stand on the moral high ground to blame others."
No one interjected. The newbies, who had been ready to scold the thin man, remembered where they were upon seeing the muzzle of his gun. There were no laws here; disagreements could easily lead to bloody conflicts.
"Hmph!" The thin man glanced at them disdainfully and continued to sit on the back of his chair, so that less of his body would be submerged.
"Forget it, come on, please make room for a seat," the square-faced man said to a female university student beside him. She, unaccustomed to being stared at, hurriedly stood up to give up her seat.
