What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Happy Fishing in the End of the World 15

Cheng Yu's alias temporarily silenced the meeting room, especially when everyone saw Cheng Yu's disguised face printed on the information.

They really didn't understand why a big and strong man would be called such a name, and they felt inexplicably ashamed when they read it.

In the end, the boss coughed twice, saying that he would make plans after watching the competition, and then let everyone leave.

On the other side, Gu Ting, who had left the meeting room early, was venting his anger all the way. He kicked a trash can on the side of the road and it hit the wall, causing a large dent. Debris fell from the wall. 

In the dead of night, he made a huge noise, and a dark room on the street next to him immediately lit up. 

A man stuck his head out and cursed who was the bastard who was disturbing people in the middle of the night. 

Gu Ting looked at him coldly. The next second, the man seemed to recognize Gu Ting and apologized quickly.

Tsk, damn, they are all so annoying! Gu Ting turned around. 

He didn't plan to fight with this man. After all, it was his own problem. He planned to go to a remote place to vent his anger, otherwise he would not be able to swallow this breath!

Zhu Qin, this hypocrite, pretends to be a decent person, but he is no different from a madman behind the scenes. He even talks to me in that manner. If the boss hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten Zhu Qin's disgusting face to pieces! Gu Ting thought so and punched the wall hard. 

He was a power user. With one punch, cracks began to appear on the whole wall, spreading out in all directions with his fist as the center, looking like a huge spider web.

The place he came to seemed to have been abandoned. Although it was within the Xingxi base, no one lived there. 

There were leaning buildings, windowless houses, dilapidated doors, and even blood splattered in some places. The gusts of cold wind that blew from time to time made people's scalps numb.

This is Gu Ting's secret base. Few people know about it. He usually comes here to vent his dissatisfaction. No one will blame him for wantonly destroying things. Several buildings here have been turned into powder under his fists.

Gu Ting seemed to be unsatisfied, and he took out a silver baseball bat from somewhere, which reflected a faint light under the moonlight. 

He clenched his hands and swung the bat, and the dilapidated residential building immediately began to shake.

He kept swinging the stick, one after another, until the building collapsed, until he was sweating profusely. 

He finally let out a long sigh of relief and stopped moving: "Wow! Cool! It would be even cooler if I could really blow Zhu's head off like this!"

"Really? How about I help you?" The ghostly words suddenly sounded in Gu Ting's ears.

Who?!

Gu Ting turned his head subconsciously, but felt something brushing against his neck. He seemed to hear the sound of his flesh being cut.

He raised his hand tremblingly and touched it, and found that his neck was cut and bleeding.

He was trembling and unable to speak. He wanted to turn around to see who had attacked him, but he could only kneel down with a thud, then fell to the ground and gradually lost his breath.

Gu Ting never thought that he would leave this world in this way.

Behind him, Lin Zhuo swung the knife in his hand, shook off the blood, and threw it back into the space.