Zhao Yiming grinned. "Alright, listen carefully. From now on, you will completely forget the face of the man who beat you up today. You've never seen me before in your life."
Both men nodded slowly, their pupils dilated, like they were being hypnotized.
"And when I walk out of this bathroom… you two will take off your shirts, pants, and shoes, then walk through the mall and the nearest convenience store like that. Loud and proud."
Their expressions turned into utter horror, but they couldn't resist it. Their heads bobbed like terrified chickens.
"Good boys." Zhao Yiming stood up, dusted himself off again, and unlocked the stall. "Now if you'll excuse me… I've got a funeral to go back to."
He stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened, leaving behind two humiliated, half-naked idiots about to make fools of themselves in public—without even knowing why.
However, instead of heading back to Luo Yanyu, Zhao Yiming snuck off somewhere quiet—somewhere no one could find him.
