C888 Chapter 888

Unlike Zhang Wenya’s situation, there was Pu Yijian—the town’s resident punk everyone hated but nobody dared mess with. People said he looked like a demon and acted like one, too: unpredictable, mean-spirited, and obsessed with dredging up old grudges. No matter how long ago something happened, he could dig it up piece by piece and recite it like it was yesterday