Lin Yi became even more puzzled, but he suddenly heard some other noise amid the strange yelling, a noise that seemed to be...
"Old Lin, we're surrounded..."
Lin Yi blinked, his eyes narrowing instantly into slits.
He slowed down his eating pace, distractedly listening to the weird noises coming from Wei Liang, and then he became increasingly sure that the noise was indeed saying—
"Kolimum begulugalaa (Old Lin, we're surrounded)..."
"Woah... fuck?!" The moment he understood, Lin Yi couldn't help but pull off a mild tactical recoil plus an expression like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.jpg, with only one voice in his heart—
Crafty Tricks!
It was fucking Crafty Tricks again!
So, without really knowing what he was thinking, Lin Yi took a deep breath and suddenly started shoveling rice into his mouth with great vigour, mixing his mouthful of rice with half a mouthful of air, and started making noise at the moment of eating—