Crawling with ants

They dared not blame those above, so they could only cast blame on Chen Yuan, the sycophant.

Many people, so many people, despised Chen Yuan, despised his way with words.

Some people, clearly doing nothing, could still take all the credit just by wagging their tongues.

How could one not dislike such a person?

Of course, outwardly, they were all good friends with Chen Yuan, good brothers, their fake friendships seeming even more genuine than the real ones.

But they all knew fake was fake, no matter how it was disguised.

When they saw Chen Yuan benefiting, these so-called good friends of his were far from happy.

And when Chen Yuan saw them benefiting, he was certainly not happy either; instead, he would use his glib tongue to steal their benefits.

In fact, on the very day that Chen Yuan returned, there were three groups of people out to kill him.

Since Chen Yuan had disappeared before, they wished he would disappear forever.