"Brother Long, as long as Li Jun handles things, we can just sit back and watch Lin Feng get what's coming to him, right?"
On a late-night street, Chen Liang smoked a cigarette, images of Lin Feng being beaten by a crowd and begging for mercy flickering in his mind.
"We don't need to lift a finger this time; someone else will deal with him," Meng Zelong said with a chuckle, exhaling a smoke ring.
After much deliberation, they had devised what they considered a brilliant plan to deal with Lin Feng. Now that Li Jun was roped in, they were simply waiting for Lin Feng to fall into their trap.
...
"The moon shines bright upon my bed, two pairs of shoes lie on the ground; a scandalous couple in bed, and you're one of them! Hehe, Boss, are you really dating our class beauty?"
During Monday class, Fatty Yang Tao very nosily asked Lin Feng.
"What do you think of Tang Rou?" Lin Feng suddenly countered.
