Xin Fat Man's question was very rude.
Yet, Xin Fat Man's question was quite intriguing.
When everyone thought Xin Fat Man's question was interesting, politeness naturally got tossed aside by these shameless folks.
After all, the tribe warriors were hundreds of meters away from them; even if they shouted, the other side might not hear clearly. Moreover, Xin Fat Man lowered his voice with a thief's guilty conscience.
"Hmm, that indeed is a problem," Zhang Ji Xin, with one hand on his chest and the other pinching his chin, seriously sized up the centaur warrior not far away, murmuring, "Considering their reproductive system is on the horse part, I believe they nurse their offspring with horse milk. Absolutely."
As he spoke, he nodded with unusual confidence.
This made Xin Fat Man, who had raised the question, shake his head vigorously.