"What are you looking at? Do you know who I am?"
In Shanghai's most bustling downtown street, Du Yiming, whose limbs were completely useless, was like trash, discarded beside a trash bin, attracting quite a crowd of onlookers.
Seeing the pitying and ridiculous looks from these people, Du Yiming, who had never suffered such humiliation, immediately burst out cursing, "Get lost, all of you, or I'll make you regret it!"
Some people were ready to give him a few coins, but upon hearing Du Yiming's arrogance, they instantly withdrew their hands from their pockets and spat at him one after another.
"Damn it, you dare spit on me? Just you wait, I will kill you!"
However, Du Yiming's words immediately provoked public wrath. A disabled person still being so defiant was simply too detestable.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ..."
The crowd, one after another, spat at him in succession, and in an instant, Du Yiming was covered in saliva as if he had been caught in a downpour.
