The night was dark, and the atmosphere in the private room of the cafeteria was so depressing that it felt like water could be squeezed out. Fatty Ding, who was always smiling on weekdays, now had an angry look on his face. He slapped the person next to him on the face. His voice was low and powerful: "Damn it, are you cheering up the enemy, or are you trying to destroy your own prestige? You should be beaten! Stop talking nonsense. Even if you want to shit, you have to hold it in your crotch for me and hold on!"
