The team leader saw the wound was rather serious, so he couldn't just ignore it.
He slowly rose to his feet, glared at the villagers outside, and demanded angrily,
"Who threw that?"
No one outside made a sound.
"Whoever threw it, step forward."
It was still dead silent outside.
Seeing that he couldn't get an answer, the team leader had no choice but to drop it.
"No more throwing things."
With that, he sat back down.
Lin Jiandong: ...
He wanted to erupt in anger.
'These people are going too far, picking on an honest man like me.'
'But everyone in the Qingshan Team hates me now, and I still have to live here in the future... Forget it!'
'I won't stoop to their level.'
Lin Jiandong touched his head again, his eyes welling up.
'If I weren't so strong, I would've burst into tears.'
'But I can't. A man sheds blood, not tears.'
The crowd: ...
They hadn't expected to actually make the man cry.
You know, he actually looked quite pitiful.
