This is nothing but a farce.
Qin Yang's eyes burned with rage; there had never been such humiliation in his life before. These people dared to throw fruits at him—it was as if they were all tired of living.
It was just... a little regretful.
Given his current circumstances, he was not in a position to retaliate.
"Butterfly Fairy, tell them who I am!" Qin Yang couldn't bear the indignity any longer. He looked to Butterfly Fairy, wanting her to reveal his identity. He was already anticipating the moment when these fools learned who he truly was—the terror and unease on their faces.
The scene of them begging for his mercy—it was a delightful thought.
Maybe... the fantasy was too perfect.
Qin Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
To those around him, Qin Yang seemed to have only one impression—that he was clearly not right in the head.
Of course,
there were a few who felt a bit nervous.
