Farting seems to be contagious.
The martial arts experts who just had the security guards on the ropes suddenly felt like they were struck by lightning, their stomachs churning violently, with an overwhelming urge to let loose.
Someone couldn't help but let out smelly farts, tightly clenching their legs to avoid messing their pants.
"Ssss."
The overwhelming feeling was completely irresistible.
The situation reversed in an instant.
"These farts are deadly."
The bodyguards fighting these experts looked at their gas-emitting opponents with strange expressions, each retreating to avoid being choked senseless, even if they weren't beaten down.
The embarrassed expert's face flushed red. Clearly, he was going through an indescribable ordeal.
"What's going on?"
Liu Kuo, watching the situation change suddenly, had just stood there, looking disdainfully at the security guards for being as futile as trying to stop a car with their bare hands.
