"In business, one willing to deal, one willing to suffer, where do you get this?" Ye Chen squinted his eyes.
"What? You're not happy?" The tall, burly guy immediately picked up a steel pipe. The others also brandished their weapons.
Just as everyone was ready to make a move, suddenly, the leading man clutched his stomach and said, "Damn, it's happening again!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he rushed into the greenery. He squatted and a series of splashes followed, shocking his followers. The boss was about to instruct them to buy some tissue paper, but before the words left his mouth, the little fellows also dashed into the greenery.
Raaaaainsplash...
One by one, they followed suit. The underlings looked pale, saying, "Damn it, I must've eaten something bad today, I'm almost collapsing from diarrhea."
"What do we do? We're out of paper!" Huangmao's lackey awkwardly glanced at the crowd.
