No creation without destruction! One must be broken to be rebuilt!
This was Qin Fan's assessment of this group of losers. With only one month, given their current mindset, they could never escape last place unless they were completely broken down, let alone take the crown. That was not the outcome he wanted.
"Come on, you trash! Direct all your anger at me! Let me see just how furious a bunch of losers can get! Come on!" Qin Fan beckoned again and again, the disdain on his face reaching its peak.
"Get him!"
"Fuck him up!"
"Motherfucker!"
"I'm going all in! Even if I get kicked out of the army for this, I'll make this bastard pay!"
"Waste him!"
The repeated provocations finally worked. Reason was utterly defeated by impulse. That youthful, handsome face—adorned with a mix of mockery, disdain, contempt, and ridicule—suddenly became the most hated thing these soldiers had ever seen.
Fists howled through the air. Kicks whistled past.
