"Damn, if we don't kill him, our reputation will be completely ruined!"
"Right! We must kill him. We've never suffered such a big loss in our lives!"
Chen Zixu and his three friends got into the car, and they immediately started ranting, filled with righteous indignation, completely different from how they had appeared just moments before.
Chen Zixu, clenching his teeth, was the most embarrassed. He snorted, pulled out his phone, and said, "I'll get someone right now, damn it. If I don't get this off my chest, how can Chen Zixu show his face ever again."
Just as he was about to make the call, a notification sound from WeChat rang out, showing that it was from Xiaodong, who had just added him.
"Fuck, he even sent me a WeChat message." The rage in Chen Zixu's heart couldn't have been any larger, and he immediately opened it.
"Do you feel a faint pain on both sides of your waist right now?"
