Seeing Wang Hui collapsed on the ground, his face full of despair, Lu Yu's face was full of a cold smile.
At this moment, he slowly raised his hand, added a few ice cubes to his glass, and then poured a drink.
The whole action seemed very leisurely, as if he were spending a relaxing time.
"Wang Hui, there's an old saying: 'There's nothing inherently wrong, it's fools who create trouble for themselves!'"
Lu Yu took a sip of his drink, looked at Wang Hui in front of him, and said: "Everything you encountered today is of your own making, you can't blame anyone else."
In his words, Lu Yu's voice was full of a deep tone: "Had you competed fairly with Wen Ya, this would never have happened. But you insisted on making trouble, bringing people to smash Wen Ya's bar; so today's events are entirely your own fault!"
In his words, Lu Yu took a sip of his drink, his eyes indifferent, as if he were looking down at a rat.
