A First-Rank Martial Artist Is Just a Matter of One Strike (1)
Editor: Atlas Studios
Shi Songtao had just come out of the latrine and was smelling himself in self-disgust.
A sudden gust of wind blew by and made him spin around a few times.
Just as he was about to flare up, he saw Mi Ziwen rushing into the latrine.
"Sir Mi, you…" Before Shi Songtao could finish, he saw a group of people charging at him like crazy.
He was shocked. Had the story of him soiling his pants spread throughout the camp so quickly?
Are all these people here to make fun of me?
Shi Songtao instinctively covered his face. It's over. I'm too ashamed to face anyone!
After a while, Shi Songtao still didn't hear any mocking laughter.
Even the surroundings became a little quiet.
"You…" Shi Songtao released his hands and realized that there was no one around.
He turned to look in the direction of the latrine. The next moment, he began retching.
It stinks!
What the hell happened?