Lin Jie felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a kind of indescribable cold, like needles piercing all over his body.
He shivered immediately, waking up, and then got up from the ground.
Seeing the ice cubes rolling off his body, and the cold water dripping occasionally, Lin Jie's somewhat fuzzy mind understood a bit.
He had been splashed with ice water.
Could it be someone playing a prank, doing the ice bucket challenge?
Lin Jie wiped the cold water off his face with his hand, looked up, and found a bald, skinny man in his forties standing in front of him, shirtless.
Beside him stood a young man with a crew cut.
His shirt was open; his chest was covered with scars, and his bare arms were densely covered with tattoos, his face fierce.
In his hand, he still held a constantly shaking plastic bucket.
This made Lin Jie understand that the bucket of ice water just now must have been from his hand.
