When people are desperate,
they can do anything.
Not to mention cursing up a storm now.
If he weren't tied up, right now the Big Stewed Mutton would be itching to kill all three of Lu Yang's group.
So, Lu Yang didn't coddle the Big Stewed Mutton—he just gave him a kick.
After that, there were no more curses.
Because the Big Stewed Mutton had fainted.
But this really scared Lin Qingxue, "Did you kill him?"
Lu Yang was amused, "I just kicked him until he fainted, how could I kill him? That's murder, you know. I can't even bring myself to kill a chicken, how could I dare to kill a person!"
By now, Lu Yang was quite adept at lying through his teeth.
And felt no psychological burden whatsoever.
He thought, if lying is for someone's own good... then why should there be any damn psychological burden?