But there was nothing else he could do.
If possible, he really wished those holier-than-thou types could experience this for themselves. Let's see if they'd still be shouting about forgiveness then. Whatever. It's not worth getting angry over a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites.
For the sake of easier management, Xia Liang eyed the three people scattered around. He dragged them by their legs and tossed them into a single pile.
Just as Xia Liang was wondering when the Protectors would arrive, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced down at Ye Ling, whom he was still holding, but felt no gentlemanly compassion. He tossed her to the ground, and to prevent her from escaping, he planted his foot firmly on her back.
This act sent the crowd of bootlickers into a frenzy. Xia Liang, however, was completely unfazed. He simply dusted off his hands and calmly pulled his phone from his bag.
It was a number he didn't recognize. After a moment's thought, Xia Liang answered the call.
