Lin Ye felt as if he had been trampled by ten thousand alpacas, every bone in his body screaming in agony. He struggled to open his eyes, but a blinding glare nearly killed him instantly. "Holy shit! Which bastard turned on that searchlight?" The curse was barely out of his mouth when a resounding slap landed on his face. "Slap your mother's searchlight! This is the sun!" The bearded man spat in Lin Ye's face. "A piece of trash is a piece of trash. Even if you were thrown into a mass grave, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between heaven and earth." Lin Ye saw stars from the slap, and a muffled explosion suddenly exploded in his mind. Countless fragments of memories that didn't belong to him flashed through his mind like a barrage of bullet comments.
