The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 248: If You Want to Die, Let Us Die Together

For those who studied art professionally, no one was a stranger to this tool. It was a highly razor-sharp utility knife typically used to sharpen drawing pencils. Julian wore a half-smile as he took the initiative to step forward a few more paces, approaching intimately close to the young man’s position, and then, without any hesitation, he directly pointed the handle of the utility knife toward the young man: "Come on, take it. Being touched by something filthy means one must die to be cleansed, so there is absolutely no way that the filthy thing itself can brazenly survive and not die. Tell me, is my logic correct?"

Julian’s appearance at this moment was truly terrifying. His eye sockets were completely flushed and filled with bloodshot veins, his once neat hair had now become completely disheveled and chaotic, while in his hand he nonchalantly held a sharp little knife. The aura radiating from him at this moment was entirely the demeanor of a vulnerable person who had been pushed to the absolute extreme by venomous words, driven into a dead end, and was beginning to show signs of truly going insane.

He looked exactly like an unstable psychopath, carrying the utmost profound despair, determined that even if he had to die, he would absolutely drag his enemy down to die with him as a stepping stone.

But ultimately, the true nature of this miniature society was precisely like that. When you appeared weak and easy to bully, you would very easily become a target for the crowd to oppress. However, when you dared to transform into a madman willing to risk your life, those hypocritical people would naturally feel intimidated and terrified.

"You want to die, so let us die together. What is there to be afraid of? Being a grown man standing seven feet tall, with such eloquent and forceful words, you should also be just as strong when taking action, pick up the knife. How strange, why have your legs started trembling uncontrollably like that?"

If one had to find an image to make the most accurate comparison, Julian’s current appearance was exactly like a ruthless demon that had just crawled up from the deepest depths of hell to claim the life of his enemy. It was as if he were a resentful phantom full of indignation, desperately thirsting to drag all those cold-blooded people who had once used malicious words to push him down into the abyss to die along with him all at once.

Perhaps the male college student with the habit of verbal bullying had also been completely unable to anticipate this scenario. The male college student could not believe that the person who just a moment ago was weakly burying his face on the desk and crying so hard that he sobbed aloud, looking extremely easy to bully at first glance, could at this very moment fight back and go mad to such a horrifying degree.

Looking at the exceptionally sharp blade right in front of the male student’s face, the male student panicked and cursed out loud, subconsciously swearing the word "psychopath" twice, and then hastily stumbled backward several steps with great force to maintain a safe distance. The male student’s face turned completely pale as the male student stammered to justify himself: "I... I am not the filthy kind of thing you are talking about! I am not that kidnapping criminal, and I have absolutely done nothing that violates the law. I am decent and clean, so why should I feel humiliated and seek death on my own?"

"Oh." Julian lightly uttered a single word, and then conveniently tossed the utility knife onto the empty desk nearby. Right when everyone had not yet regained their senses, he swiftly closed the distance and approached the male student. Coincidentally, the male student was also wearing a button-down shirt today, so Julian only needed to grab the male student’s collar and forcefully give it a harsh tug.

Clatter.

The buttons were violently ripped off, scattering messily onto the ground, the two flaps of the shirt slightly fell open, exposing a bit of the male student’s chest and stomach.

"Alright, now you are filthy too, just like me, so hurry up and go die."

You want the victim to die, right? Fine, then you should become a victim too.

After that, Julian turned his body around, looking at the crowd gathering over there: "Earlier I heard there were also a few people who strongly supported the male student. What is the matter, do you have the need to experience this feeling? I will lend you a helping hand."

It was just a general question, but there were still a few people who could not control themselves and stepped back two paces.

After all, looking at Julian right now, with his bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, he truly looked like he could go insane at any given moment. The atmosphere in the lecture hall completely solidified, becoming so eerily silent that one could clearly hear the timid breathing of those standing around watching. If the law legally allowed the use of firearms, he would have probably brought out a gun and shot a bullet into every single one of their heads by now. They also did not dare to act recklessly, their gazes were evasive, and no one dared to step up to receive the wrath of someone who had been pushed into an absolute dead end.

Looking at their timid and death-fearing appearances, tucking their tails between their legs to evade responsibility, the brave girl sitting in the corner of the room could not help but burst into loud laughter. The crystal-clear laughter echoed with an abundance of mockery.

It was absolutely true that if the knife did not stab into oneself, one would not feel the pain. If the matter did not fall onto one’s own head, one would still comfortably throw out judgmental words at others. Now, when being threatened to be turned into victims just like the injured party, the entire group remained deadly silent, and there was no longer any shadow of their condescending hypocrisy from earlier to be seen anywhere.

But the male student seemed to have been overly agitated by the profound humiliation of having his shirt torn open in front of so many people. The overwhelming shame transformed into a blinding rage, the male student roughly marched forward, using great force to aggressively yank Julian’s wrist, and loudly hurled an insult: "What are you doing? You despicable, filthy creature, you always put on an act of being pure and noble, but in reality, the moment you see a man, you just throw yourself at him!"