Zhou Baowei couldn't take it anymore and swung his fist at Bai Bufan.
"Damn it—it's not Baowei, it's Lin Li who's supposed to cremate you! Why are you hitting me first?"
Bai Bufan, who was getting hit, dodged while protesting the injustice he felt.
"As a strong man, I only swing my fist at those who are stronger. Lin Li has been getting weaker lately and doesn't deserve to be my opponent. Hitting you doesn't go against my principles," Zhou Baowei said righteously.
Bai Bufan was both amused and exasperated by this grand justification.
"You just pick the softest target, don't you! I swear I'm going to be just like Lin Li and abstain from everything! You all just wait and see!" Bai Bufan declared before getting beaten up any further.
The two ended their fight and their rivalry, while Lin Li got up and walked to the sink to wash his face.
He soon discovered that the makeup on his face was troublesome; neither warm nor cold water was ideal for removing it.
