"You're just useless."
"Oh no, you're not even as good as useless."
"At least useless people have some conscience, not harming their own kind."
"How could anyone be like you, messing with your fellow townspeople? Apart from traitors, I can't think of a more fitting comparison."
Traitor?!
That word hit Zhang Qiang, making his temples throb with anger.
He glared, eyes wide, the veins on his forehead pulsing with his heavy breaths: "Wang, you'd better clean up your mouth!"
"You borrow other people's money, then turn around to say they swindled you? Is this what your mom taught you!"
Wang Baoqiang incredulously pointed at himself, an exaggerated expression: "What did my mom teach me!"
"I want to ask what your mom taught you, all those years, yet never taught you how to be a human?"
"Today, the one being aggressive isn't me, it's you, Zhang Qiang!"
