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He didn't care whether his words would hurt others, nor did he care whether he was right or wrong; he just wanted to become a troll that everyone despised.

"Kwame, that account you mentioned..." Suddenly, the room's owner spoke up, enveloping everyone in an inexplicable pressure. "Would it speak ill of KD?"

Durant felt as if his heart had been punched.

"I don't know..." Brown looked at Durant, "KD, do you know this account?"

If heart rate could have been measured, everyone would have seen that Durant's heartbeat had already reached 140 beats per minute.

Did Frye know?

No, impossible, he hadn't shown any signs!

Durant looked at Yu Fei, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, "I made some foolish mistakes on Twitter... so... you know, the incident last summer, afterward I decided not to read the comments section anymore. So this account might have commented on my Twitter, but I've never seen him... I haven't seen anyone."

That sounded logical, didn't it?