The room was silent. Time slowly trickled by. It was now 2.30 p.m.

Qin Ye furrowed his brows as he continued to brood over the situation silently. Arthis hadn’t minced her words at all, and his face still felt somewhat as though it was on fire.

“Just wait till I’m done with Cao Youdao. If I don’t hang you up and flog you by then, I’ll write my name backwards!!”

“Who’s Cao Youdao?” Wang Chenghao asked cautiously. Qin Ye shot a murderous gaze at Wang Chenghao, causing him to cower in fear just like a quail.

Qin Ye shot several glances at him as the fiery rage in his heart continued to blaze. My whole body feels like it’s immolating with shame… shouldn’t I look for an appropriate outlet for my ventilation?

Incidentally, why does this man named Wang have a stature that looks so fit for purpose…

“... Brother Qin… why are you cracking your knuckles? Why are you standing up… have a seat… we can talk things through…”

After taking several more deep breaths, Qin Ye suppressed the swelling desire to ventilate the vexation in his heart and sat down once more. Then, gnashing his teeth, he explained, “Cao Youdao… is a son of a bitch that deserves to die by a thousand cuts!!”

He lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag. The smoke lingered in the air, while Qin Ye’s mind continued to spin rapidly.

It was useless being mad at his weaknesses. That was a sign of lack of self-control. After all, weaknesses could only be overcome by change, not by escape.

“Underestimating...