Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

Wu Bin was sincerely giving him advice.

He made mistakes himself, but now he's blaming everything on Wu Bin.

Is it Wu Bin's fault that he has no job?

Isn't it his own bad intentions that eventually backfired on him?

Wu Bin was speechless inside, wanting to argue with the other party, but looking at him, he probably wouldn't listen.

Wu Bin decided not to say anything more and issued a direct order to leave,

"Please leave, if you go now while I'm in a good mood, I won't pursue this matter. But if you refuse to see reason and keep pestering me here, don't blame me for not being nice!"

He thought that when someone is down on their luck, they should look for reasons within themselves.

Not to always push the blame onto others as if one was as innocent as a white lotus.

Just like Lin Zhibin now, if Wu Bin remembered correctly, the conflict between him and Lin Zhibin was because of Lin Zhibin's own doing.

And Lin Zhibin had also given up on reasoning with Wu Bin.

"Leave, you want me to leave?"

Lin Zhibin pointed at himself, his expression scornful and sinister.

"You've ruined me like this, and now you tell me to leave, haha, even if I go, I'll make sure to drag you down with me even in death!"

After saying that, he lifted his hand, a flash of silver light.

The silver light made Wu Bin's eyes uncomfortable, so he lifted his hand to block it.

In the next second, Lin Zhibin's eyes were bloodshot as he pounced towards him.

"Wu Bin, go to hell!"

Not good, this guy has a tool in his hand!

Wu Bin quickly raised his hands to defend and saw his chance, grabbing a bottle from the table and smashing it hard onto the other's arm.

Lin Zhibin screamed miserably, his arm numbed, and the tool in his hand clattered to the ground.

It was a tool as sharp as a pinky finger.

Wu Bin took the opportunity to kick the tool away and then helped the person on the ground to their feet.

After Wu Bin had subdued the still struggling person on the floor, there came a banging on the door from outside.

He Bingbing and Zhu Ling finally arrived by now, after confirming Lin Zhibin might attack Wu Bin, they rushed to Wu Bin's door and knocked.

"Wu Bin, are you alright?"

"Wu Bin, are you hurt?"

Wu Bin pressed Lin Zhibin down, found something in the room to tie up Lin Zhibin's hands and feet.

Hearing He Bingbing's and Zhu Ling's shouts outside the door, he walked over and opened the door.

"You're okay, right? Don't scare us!"

He Bingbing rushed in halfway and saw Wu Bin standing sound and well in the room, while Lin Zhibin, who wanted to hurt Wu Bin, was subdued and tied up on the floor.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her voice becoming softer.

"What the hell is this guy here for? Can't he spare us the trouble by not doing bad things?"

While she was speaking, the person on the floor was still wriggling, and He Bingbing gave Lin Zhibin a kick.

Lin Zhibin looked up to see He Bingbing and Zhu Ling there, and he immediately realized that his visit to Wu Bin today had probably been seen by He Bingbing and Zhu Ling.

He stretched out his hand to cover his face, making futile efforts.

"You've misunderstood, I didn't mean to do anything to Wu Bin, I just wanted to discuss some matters with him..."

"I didn't lay a hand on him, why are you treating me like this?"

Lin Zhibin's grievances grew as he spoke, and thinking about his current predicament and that he was about to be driven out onto the streets.

He suddenly broke down in tears.

If someone clueless burst in right now, they'd probably think Wu Bin and He Bingbing were ganging up to bully Lin Zhibin.

Wu Bin lowered his head, his expression calm and unruffled as he watched Lin Zhibin, unmoved by the latter's pitiful state.

Instead, he scoffed and said, "When you're blaming others, shouldn't you first consider your own mistakes?"

"If it hadn't been for your malicious harassment at the start, I wouldn't have been forced to retaliate later."

Now you're feeling regret, coming to me seeking mercy, but what's the use?

Wu Bin gestured for He Bingbing and Zhu Ling to come over and keep an eye on Lin Zhibin on the floor.

He Bingbing and Zhu Ling exchanged looks and immediately did as Wu Bin said, as they had a closer relationship with Wu Bin than with Lin Zhibin.

Lin Zhibin didn't seem like a good person to them, so of course, they would help Wu Bin.

Wu Bin stepped aside to grab his phone and immediately called the police.

"Hello, I've got a situation here. Someone broke into my home with ill intentions tonight and even carried a weapon to harm people."

Wu Bin had no sympathy for Lin Zhibin.

This guy Lin Zhibin was clearly the type to push his luck, never considering sparing others and always feeling resentful and unjustly treated when someone else laid hands on him.

Calling the police was the most dignified resolution for today's incident.

He Bingbing and Zhu Ling shared a glance, neither objecting to Wu Bin's actions; on the floor, Lin Zhibin was begging them, but Zhu Ling and He Bingbing pretended not to hear.

In about fifteen minutes, the sound of police sirens approached from outside.

Wu Bin was the first to walk to the door, opened it, and greeted the officers.

In the middle of the night, when most were still in deep sleep, Wu Bin, He Bingbing, Zhu Ling, and Lin Zhibin left Wu Bin's home together to give their statements.

Taking statements was a lengthy process, dragging on until the early morning, around five or six o'clock, before Wu Bin finally returned home.

He Bingbing and Zhu Ling walked with him, yawning nonstop beside him.

"I'm so sleepy, they asked so many detailed questions, so unlucky. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone to your place last night!"

Zhu Ling complained, dispirited.

The first thing Wu Bin did when he got home was boil water. Hearing Zhu Ling's complaints, he turned and said speechlessly,

"So whose fault is this? You two pay that much attention to me?"

"In the middle of the night, standing outside my place watching me. You two must be really smitten with me!"

Wu Bin made a sardonic remark; it was because of the peculiar actions of He Bingbing and Zhu Ling that the police took so long, thinking there must be something amiss.

What problem could there be?

The truth was that He Bingbing and Zhu Ling simply thought differently from others.

Fortunately, it all ended with no issue, and as morning approached, they were released.

"I'm exhausted, I don't know how Lin Zhibin's case is going to be handled."

"Do you two understand? Did he really try to make a move on you last night?"

Zhu Ling was the first to ask, resting her gossipy hand on her chin, waiting for Wu Bin to share the details.

"Didn't you see the tools confiscated from him? Thank God I reacted quickly; if I hadn't, I could be lying on the ground drenched in blood, silent by now."

Wu Bin was exasperated thinking about Lin Zhibin's nerve.

This matter really had nothing to do with him, but Lin Zhibin insisted on believing his job was linked to Wu Bin, even hoping Wu Bin would let him return to his former position.

What wishful thinking, but how could that be possible.

Many people were eyeing his previous job, hovering around Lin Zhibin, just waiting for him to slip up and steal his position.

So, after Lin Zhibin provoked Wu Bin, his fortunes plummeted rapidly.