In an instant, nearly all the cadets heard the fat man's insults.
His words were so vicious and cutting that it was simply infuriating.
This guy wasn't just about mindless cursing.
His eyes were sharp, often exaggerating the shortcomings of the opposing cadets.
A slightly wider mouth became a gaping maw, a slightly longer face turned into an Ox-Head or Horse-Face, a slightly coarse voice transformed into a funeral crow.
This guy could always successfully uncover everyone's scars, then mercilessly rub salt into them.
In less than three minutes, nearly a third of the Second Brigade's female cadets were run off by this vile fat man's curses.
Among them, another third were lying on the ground, wailing and crying, as if they were dying.
And the other male cadets were not spared from calamity either.
In the fat man's mouth, they all turned into impotent, moronic, retards.
The scariest part was that this guy's insults were not baseless.
