The Game of Revenge

Jin Shi's mind was flooded with thoughts. Would he return home safely? Was today the last day of his life?

The sudden realization hit him, but instead of fear, he muttered to himself with cold indifference:

"My grandmother won't even notice I'm gone anyway..."

However, he quickly calmed himself down, refusing to let panic take hold. If this was his final day, then so be it. Death might even be a better option.

The car came to a sudden stop, and the sound of a door slamming open filled the silence. Jin Shi couldn't see anything—his vision was completely blocked by a thick cloth wrapped tightly around his face.

He heard footsteps approaching before someone forcefully yanked the cloth off.

Jin Shi looked up, his sharp eyes scanning the two figures standing before him. But he didn't need to see their faces to recognize them—he knew their voices.

Laughter echoed around him. As his vision adjusted, he saw four people standing nearby.

There was Basen, the older brother of one of the students who had falsely accused Jin Shi of hitting them. Standing beside him were three of his friends, their faces filled with amusement and arrogance.

One of them sneered, saying,

"You'll regret hitting my brother."

At that moment, Jin Shi understood everything.

"So… they didn't come to kill me. They just want to humiliate me and rough me up a little?"

More than fear, he felt something closer to boredom.

And then, out of nowhere, he laughed.

His sudden laughter made the atmosphere tense, causing a brief flicker of hesitation in their eyes.

But they had no idea—this wasn't the laugh of someone afraid…

It was the laugh of someone who knew the tables were about to turn.