I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2085: 1345: Didn't You Admit Your Mistake? (The Last Day, Everyone Rejoice!)
It was a long time before Liu Junxiang managed to push himself off the ground and struggle into a sitting position amid the disorder.
However, standing was still beyond him, so he rested against the wall, slumped on the floor, breathing in ragged gasps.
Pain.
The agony was simply excruciating.
As a performer, maintaining top-notch stamina should be a fundamental requirement. Without it, enduring those grueling, high-energy shows would be out of the question. Truth be told, his physique far exceeded that of the average guy, yet moments ago...
That jerk.
He'd effortlessly seized his punch and sent him soaring with a kick.
Was the guy some kind of elite security expert?
Impossible.
If he were security, why would he yell “oppa?”
Liu Junxiang drew in a sharp breath as his thoughts swirled in confusion, but nothing added up in his head.
The bodily hurt came second.
The real damage was to his psyche.
No question about it, he'd botched everything this round, and royally so. He hadn't only missed his shot at approaching the girl and untying his old emotional tangle, but he'd also blown the mission from the agency.
“Damn it!”
In a fit of rage, he snatched the toppled chair nearby and hurled it ahead, met only by the dull thud of it breaking apart.
Once his outburst subsided and the ache dulled a bit, Liu Junxiang braced the wall to haul himself upright gradually. Traversing that brief stretch to the dressing room entrance cost him a full thirty seconds.
“Oh! You’re wiped out already?”
As he finally staggered back to the FOX resting area, shoving the door wide with effort, he received no warmth or pity from his bandmates—instead, it was all mockery and jabs.
One of them deliberately grabbed his phone to glance at the clock.
“Over twenty minutes. Junxiang, speedy work!”
“Perhaps he skipped the buildup and dove right in. Impressive, if true.”
Through the chuckles from the FOX crew, a stark truth emerged.
Apparently, everyone was in on Liu Junxiang's scheme.
“Get inside. Did you push too hard and now your legs won't hold?”
Just the leader, Park Taeyang, spotted the issue while eyeing Liu Junxiang, who propped against the frame with one arm and pressed his free hand to his gut.
“Shut up, all of you.”
He advanced to the entrance, “What went down?”
“She bolted.”
Liu Junxiang appeared ashen and utterly wrecked.
The rest of the group traded looks.
“Who bolted? Jin Zhuxuan?”
Leader Park Taeyang verified.
Liu Junxiang bobbed his head emphatically.
“Junxiang, what occurred? Couldn't you bring yourself to follow through?”
A teammate voiced frustration, “If I'd realized, I wouldn't have handed you the opening; I'd have taken it myself!”
“Nonsense! Weren't you in charge of blocking off the area? How the heck did anybody slip through?!”
Liu Junxiang's temper flared, unloading on his fellow members.
“Hey! Liu Junxiang, we handed you that shot precisely because you're so into Jin Zhuxuan, so quit complaining? And what's this about someone slipping in?”
“I was this close to pulling it off when some guy burst in and pulled her out!”
Agitated and tugging at his wound, Liu Junxiang gripped his belly hard, his features contorting further in torment.
“We'd already called to secure the zone near the changing room to protect your moment. Ha, you're the failure here, yet you're pointing fingers at us...”
“All of you, shut the hell up!”
Leader Park Taeyang bellowed to halt the bickering in the group; ever sharp, he zeroed in on the crucial point, fixing his gaze on Liu Junxiang.
“You already acted on it?”
“Yes.”
Liu Junxiang dipped his chin, his voice rough, “Jin Zhuxuan's aware of it all now.”
Park Taeyang's brow creased sharply.
“Brother Taeyang, inform the agency.”
A member piped up swiftly, drawing nods of support.
“Right, with the truth exposed, the company has to deal with it.”
Better them than me.
Don't assume teamwork breeds loyalty; they're merely coworkers. Since they didn't stir up the trouble, there's zero cause for them to share the blame.
Reeling from bodily and emotional hits, Liu Junxiang now confronted disloyalty from his own crew, his expression turning stormy like gathering rain. He shot a fierce scowl at those aiming to pin it all on him.
“I've pulled the same stunts you've all done. We're sunk together; if I go down, none of you walk away clean!”
“Liu Junxiang! What are you implying? You couldn't manage a single girl and expect us to shoulder it too?”
Quarreling broke out once more after mere sentences.
The showbiz world truly proves a ruthless, icy realm.
On this occasion, Leader Park didn't need to intervene as swift, disciplined steps echoed from beyond, weighing heavily on the FOX team's nerves.
All six turned their eyes toward the doorway at once.
Liu Junxiang included, positioned squarely by the entrance.
A squad of quiet, menacing figures with obvious purpose marched straight for them.
As their stares locked, Liu Junxiang's pulse faltered for an instant, an intense fear surging without reason, compelling him to ignore the hurt, release his hold, and shuffle a bit deeper into the room, like dodging their view.
Alas, when doom arrives, escape proves futile.
The resounding steps at last halted outside the FOX resting area.
“Who are you? What do you want? Do you know where this is?”
Leader Park Taeyang willed himself to stay composed.
“Liu Junxiang, come out.”
The group ignored this band leader obstructing the way, issuing the command with steady calm.
The FOX crew jolted in surprise, but simultaneously sighed with ease.
Thank goodness it wasn't them being summoned.
Right away.
Multiple stares shifted at once to Liu Junxiang, his back to the threshold.
Damn, what are you looking at!
Deep down, Liu Junxiang was already damning his bandmates' kin. He might feign ignorance, but their stares had sold him out.