"Ah! What's happening?" The crowd was startled and quickly drew back, looking down at Lei Zhensheng, who was writhing on the ground in panic.
"What's happening?" Lei Ming's voice deepened as he coldly approached, causing everyone to bow their heads and involuntarily shrink back.
"Ah..." Under Lei Ming's gaze, Lei Zhensheng clasped his head with both hands and kept slamming it against the ground. Blood flowed, staining the earth beneath him.
"Eh, could he have gone mad?" The onlookers stared in shock at his self-harm, their faces filled with confusion, until a young man in the crowd finally voiced his doubt.
"Bashing one's head against the ground, he must be insane." Everyone nodded in agreement, thinking that if he truly had gone mad, they wouldn't have to bear any responsibility.
"Someone, throw him out." Lei Ming frowned, not wanting to waste too much time on this matter, and dismissively ordered.
