'This bastard... does he even have a conscience?'
'He clearly saw me fall. For the sake of being from the same village, he should have at least helped me up.'
'But forget helping, he just stood there threatening to beat me up.'
For the first time, Feng Ergou realized Chen JianShe had a real talent for driving people mad.
He gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Bow to you? In your dreams! I just slipped, that's all."
'It's probably all Chen JianShe's fault I'm so unlucky.'
After all, nothing good ever happened when he ran into Chen JianShe.
Feng Ergou spat twice on the ground, then turned and stalked off.
Chen JianShe noticed the space between Feng Ergou's eyebrows looked dark—an unlucky omen—and offered a kind reminder.
"Feng Ergou, you'd better be careful for a while. Otherwise, you're in for some bad luck."
Feng Ergou immediately flew into a rage.
He glared at Chen JianShe.
"Are you trying to pick a fight? Just looking for trouble, aren't you?"
