The online mudslinging suddenly escalated, and Boiling Tyrant somehow gathered a large group of helpers, launching a massive spray of insults on Taoyuan's Weibo page.
When Suming opened his computer and logged into Weibo, he found page after page filled with the back-and-forth bickering; even the previously trending sign-up information had been submerged.
After briefly browsing, he felt as though his IQ and overall quality as a person were being dragged down a good deal.
"This can't go on; my IQ and character are already low enough as is. If I let this bunch drag them down further, won't I become an idiot?" Suming rubbed his chin, his eyes rolling around.
If the initial incident with Boiling Tyrant was an accidental mishap, Suming could've laughed it off, but now the frequency and vitriol of the Weibo brawls were affecting the normal operations of the platform, and he couldn't turn a blind eye any longer.
