As soon as Wei Liang spoke, Lin Yi instantly felt a rush of air surge to the top of his head.
His mind went blank for a moment, and then, almost reflexively, he kicked out like lightning.
"Thud!"
A dull sound rang out, and Lin Yi felt as if he had kicked into a soaking wet old quilt, the thick and heavy counterforce pushing his dining chair backward a bit, bumping into the people crowding around him.
The crowd parted slightly under the force, a sensation like hitting a wood wrapped in cloth transferred back to Lin Yi through the chair back.
"Damn! What the hell are these things?" he cursed under his breath, unsure if he was referring to the thing he had kicked at his feet or the surrounding crowd.
"I don't fucking know either!" Wei Liang's voice trembled, his limbs shaking uncontrollably, "Shit shit shit shit shit...!!!"