Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road
"It's over. How could it be this long?!"
"Shen Wuxiao—it had to be that bastard Shen Wuxiao. He made us eat something, and then this suddenly happened."
They still remembered Shen Wuxiao shoving something into their mouths while beating them up.
There was no need to think about it. It was definitely him.
"Damn it, damn it! Shen Wuxiao, you've made me lose all face!" Xiao Yifeng could no longer hold it in.
Humiliation after humiliation, trampling after trampling.
His dignity had vanished into thin air.
"Bleurgh..."
Ren Xiang could not help dry-heaving.
Xiao Yifeng's smelled good, while his own reeked horribly.
Xiao Yifeng was the same—Ren Xiang's smelled good, while his own reeked horribly!
"Quick, scissors! Cut it off, cut it off! How are we supposed to go out and face people otherwise?!"
The two did not rage or complain too much.
They had to solve the problem first.
Xiao Yifeng quickly got a pair of scissors and snipped at his armpit hair.
But the moment he cut into it, pain shot through his body as though someone had stabbed him.
"Ah!!! Fuck, fuck!!!"
Xiao Yifeng began hopping on one leg.
"It hurts, it hurts! This isn't ordinary armpit hair—it's armpit hair like meridians."
"You can't cut it, you can't cut it!"
Xiao Yifeng reacted quickly and immediately shouted at Ren Xiang.
Ren Xiang's eyes widened.
How could there be such a thing?
What the hell did armpit hair have to do with meridians?
Refusing to believe it, he tore off one strand.
The instant he pulled it out, he could not help jumping around.
"Ah!!! What is going on? What the hell is going on?!"
The two raised their arms together and faced each other.
They looked at the two huge clumps