Anger propelled me to get up from my seat, ready to give the bastard a great gift with the cup in my hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But I had only taken a few steps forward, and then slowly stepped back and sat back in my seat.

I didn't coerce it, but I thought of a very serious problem. It's easy to walk over and open that bastard with a cup, and it's easy to just rush up and fight him. But what is the reason for this fight? What should I say?

Of course I know myself, I'm doing this for revenge! But I can't say that to the outside world! It is impossible to tell everyone that I am Ling Feng in public, and I came back to take revenge by resurrecting the corpse. I don't know if it will scare people at that time, but someone will definitely look at me as a psychopath.

As for the final result of this fight, there are probably only two, one is that I was treated as a neurotic and was forcibly sent to the hospital for treatment; The other was sent to the police station for picking quarrels and provoking trouble in public.

As a result of both of the above results, whether I am sent to a psychiatric hospital or arrested in a police station, I will not want to get out of it in a short period of time. When the time comes, the loss of freedom is small, and the inability to complete the agreement with the white-haired old man is the big one. Don't think about heaven, wash it up, and get ready to go and roll in the oil pan of hell!

Gains and losses have clearly appeared in my mind. Causing unnecessary trouble to yourself for the sake of momentary pleasure is obviously a very loss-making business and does not make much sense. What's more, I don't want to push myself into a situation of no return again because of that bastard.

After this trade-off, I barely restrained the urge in my heart, suppressed the devil of revenge, and sat in my seat in a suffocated manner, my eyes continued to stare at the bastard.

Although this time, my reason prevailed over impulse, and I did not act stupidly. But revenge is not revenge, after all, it is not my style, especially the enemy is chic and happy in front of me, and I can't do anything with him, this kind of aggrieved psychology really makes me crazy to the extreme.

And just like that, I gritted my teeth, sat in my seat, and stared at the bastard for half an hour. Anyone who looks at me with such anger will think that I am here to seek revenge. Luckily, I was sitting in the corner and no one noticed my presence.

After staring at it for a while, the bastard got up from his seat, looked a little unnatural, and hurried to the toilet.

Seeing this, I quickly got up from my seat and walked quickly towards the toilet.

Maybe it was because my attention was on the bastard, and when I got to the toilet door, my foot hit something, causing me to lose my balance a little and almost fall to the ground.

After struggling to stand still, I looked down and saw that it was a bucket full of water, but the water was very dark and looked very muddy. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the water used by the cleaning aunt to mop the floor, but why it was placed at the door of the toilet is unknown.

I glanced at the bucket and immediately turned and went into the toilet.

By the time I got into the bathroom, the bastard was already in the private room and locked the door.

So, I knocked along the door of the private room, one by one. Until I heard a familiar voice coming out of one of the private rooms, "Knock what knock!" Don't see anyone? ”

Figuring down the bastard's room, an idea flashed through my mind. Immediately turned around and walked out of the toilet, picked up the bucket he had just found at the toilet door, carried it into the toilet, and walked to the private room where the bastard was.

I took a deep breath and lifted the bucket with both hands, pouring all the water directly from the top of the room into the room.

I heard an instant "Ah! A scream. Although I stood outside the private room and did not witness what happened in the private room, from the scream just now, I can completely imagine what happened just now, the black and turbid dirty water, suddenly pouring down, like a waterfall, definitely enough for the bastard to drink a pot.

As soon as the water was poured, I threw the bucket away before the bastard's screams stopped, and then fled the toilet quickly.

After escaping from the toilet, I didn't rush to leave the bar, but pretended to be okay and leisurely returned to my original seat.

Q: Why didn't I run away? Because there's no need for that at all.

That bastard didn't see me until I ran out of the bathroom, and he didn't know who had attacked him. So I don't have to worry about being recognized by him.

Also, even though there are a lot of people in the bar, even if it happened in the toilet, it's hard to guarantee that what I've just done won't be seen by other people. But what if others see it? Those who come to the bar are basically here to play, knowing that "it's none of your business, hang high!" Even if someone really sees what I did, at most they will watch a scene, and they will never be stupid enough to step in and cause unnecessary trouble for themselves.

For these reasons, I didn't have to run away at all, and I could continue to sit comfortably in my seat and watch the crowd in the bar.

I sat in my seat for a while, but I never saw the bastard come out of the bathroom. After thinking about it for a while, I guess this bastard was too embarrassed to see his appearance, and he didn't want to lose face in front of his acquaintances, so he sneaked out the back door of the bar.

Forget it, it's okay if the bastard is gone, I've calculated how much I'm angry, so I don't think about it anymore, after all, if I continue to struggle, it will only affect my mood, and there is no benefit at all.

Continuing to sit in the corner of the bar, I ordered another so-called new drink. I didn't pay much attention to what the name was, after all, the name of the thing that comes out of the bar is either very hesitant or dreamy, but no matter what it is called, the taste in the mouth is actually similar, at least in the mouth of someone like me, there is really no big difference.

I sat with or without a drink, and continued to watch my group of fox friends and dogs play around from a distance.

Look at their excited and happy looks. I suddenly realized that I, the once pretentious writer, was nothing more than a tiny piece of gravel in this world. My departure will not have much impact on the world and this society, and the world is still moving forward in an orderly manner according to the original pace. These so-called friends of mine in the past are still supposed to eat and drink, and they will not change in any way because they have lost me as a person.