Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

On the third day after Tong Xiyuan and others left the base, the base became more lively.

With a "bang", the glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Liu Qian dodged to the side for a moment, looking at his cousin's furious expression and said, "What's there to be angry about? He's just a pretty boy who can please everyone. Cousin, you're spoiling him too much. Let him sleep if he wants."

"What do you know!" Liu Kuan felt a pain in his body when he moved. He thought of Fan He's terrifying strength and fists every time he wanted to fight, and said with lingering fear: "I was blind. I thought it was a white cat, but it turned out to be a black panther."

Liu Qian didn't understand. Fan He beat people where their clothes were covering their bodies for three days in a row. No one in the base noticed anything wrong and thought that Liu Kuan had already succeeded.

He asked, "Cousin, what do you mean?"

Liu Kuan glanced at him, thinking that there was no outsider around, and Liu Qian was his cousin, so it was okay to tell him such an embarrassing thing.

He waved his hand, motioning Liu Qian to come over, and the latter obediently lowered his head and moved closer.

Liu Kuan cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "That Fan He is very powerful."

As he said this, he showed Liu Qian the punch marks on his body.

After Liu Qian saw it clearly, he took a deep breath and said admiringly: "Cousin, you are really awesome. You dare to think of such a person."

Liu Kuan felt a little embarrassed. If he had known earlier that Fan He was so powerful and everything was just an act, he would not have dared to think about it even if he had a hundred times the courage.

But things have come to this point. As a leader of a base, he has the courage to eat the meat right at his fingertips. It would be so embarrassing if this got out.

Liu Qian saw what he was thinking, thought for a moment and offered an idea: "It's easy. Our base is in chaos. Wait for me to get you some medicine. By then, he won't have the energy to beat anyone up."

Liu Kuan's face was filled with joy. "Okay, I'll wait for you!"

At night, Liu Qian brought a few good friends and came to Liu Kuan's residence with several large bottles of beer.

"Cousin," he put the wine and food on the dining table, glanced at Fan He who was reading in the living room, and said loudly, "Today everyone has killed a lot of zombies above level three. You have worked hard. Come, brother, I got a few bottles of good wine. Let's relax together."

Liu Kuan looked at him, pulled out a chair, sat down and said to everyone: "I will add a few more dishes to reward you. Without you, there would be no base today."

Five or six men clapped their hands, ate and drank, and soon became drunk.

Liu Qian was still thinking about something else. After shaking his head to sober up a little, he gave Liu Kuan a look and said, "Cousin, call Fan He over. We are all brothers and friends. How can we not invite him to eat?"

"Yes, yes," Liu Kuan received his message, stood up and walked towards the living room. He stopped cautiously when he was one meter away from Fan He and said, "Fan He, it was Brother Kuan who was sorry for you before. Brother Kuan was bewildered and wanted to eat swan meat. Today is a good opportunity for me to apologize to you. If you forgive me, come over and have a drink with everyone, okay?"

Fan He half lowered his head, and his slender fingers slowly turned a page of the book. After two or three seconds, he raised his head, curled his lips and smiled, "Okay."

He closed the book and put it on the coffee table in the living room, stood up, straightened the creases on his clothes, subconsciously fiddled with the black rubber band on his left wrist, and walked towards the group of men.

Liu Kuan rolled his eyes proudly behind him and gave a lewd smile.

"Move aside and give Fan He some space." Liu Qian asked everyone to give up their seats, cleared a seat in the middle and said, "Sit here, I'll pour you some wine."

Fan He sat down, glanced at the dirty fruit shells and bones on the table without leaving a trace, and moved back with his chair.

Liu Qian opened a new bottle of wine, gulped down a large glass and handed it to Fan He, then raised his own glass to lead everyone, "Come on, everyone, cheers, don't leave until you're drunk!"

When the nearly full glass of beer was brought to his lips, Van He paused for a moment, then drank it all in one gulp.

When Liu Kuan and Liu Qian saw this scene, they looked at each other with a triumphant expression.

After finishing a glass of wine, Liu Qian handed over another glass, and Fan He accepted it all.

Soon, his movements became visibly slow.

Liu Qian handed over another cup, looked at Fan He's expression and said, "Come on, drink more."

Fan He raised his hand to take the glass, but his fingers slipped and the glass fell. Liu Qian was quick to act and knew that the deal was done.

He cleared his throat and said to the others, "Okay, that's enough for today. Brother Kuan is drunk, let's all go."

The others stood up reluctantly and were about to leave. Liu Qian leaned over to Liu Kuan's ear and said, "Cousin, the medicine in this wine is very potent. Enjoy yourself tonight."

Liu Kuan chuckled twice, "Got it, you can go now."

He was so anxious that he approached Fan He, and couldn't even wait for Liu Qian and the others to leave. Liu Kuan held the bottle of wine and leaned over to Fan He and said, "Come on, have another drink, and then we'll go back and rest."

"I don't want to drink anymore." Fan He said in a deep voice, frowned when he came closer, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Liu Kuan said if he didn't want to drink, then don't drink, it's better to go back to sleep. He reached out to pull Fan He, but accidentally stepped on a slippery piece of fruit peel, and his bloated body fell to the table with a plop, his face facing the food residue on the table.

At that moment, Fan He, who should have been confused, stood up from his seat, stood aside and watched everything coldly.

Liu Qian and others walked to the door and heard the noise. They looked back and saw Liu Kuan with his head buried on the dining table, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. They were so scared that they sobered up half way and ran back to support him.

"Get lost!" Liu Kuan stood up and pushed Liu Qian away. He knew at this moment that Fan He was just pretending. He had embarrassed himself in front of so many people. He angrily pulled the tablecloth, brushed away the things on the table, and said to Fan He, "Boy, do you really think I dare not do anything to you?"

The dishes, wine bottles and cups on the dining table all flew out and fell to the ground. The half-empty wine bottle exploded on the ground, and the wine splashed far away.

Feeling a chill on his wrist, Fan He looked down and saw the beer splashed on his hand, and...

He lowered his eyes. The rubber band Tong Xiyuan gave him was dirty.

Liu Kuan was furious, pointing at Fan He and rushing towards him. His face was red with anger, and he was grinning on his dirty face, but in the next second his expression froze and he stood still.

A frighteningly white hand grabbed his neck. Fan He tilted his head, looked at Liu Kuan unhappily, and said coldly, "Dirty."

After he finished speaking, he gently bent his arm, cutting off the last bit of Liu Kuan's anger.

"Ugh!" Liu Kuan's pupils dilated for a moment, and the expression on his face became empty in an instant. His head and neck were separated and drooped at an extremely terrifying angle.

"Cousin!" Liu Qian shouted heartbreakingly.