In the first round, because Old Gouzi, Jin Buque, and I intentionally stared at Xue Pan and kept applying pressure on him,
he panicked, his hand shook, and without paying attention, he knocked the stick planted in the middle right over.
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
The three of us laughed wildly, because this way, none of us had to be the bottom-feeder, which meant ending up as the last-place number four.
As soon as Xue Pan was out, he wanted to mess with the three of us too. Standing to the side with a malicious, bad smile, that look of his—damn it, needless to say—meant he definitely wasn't harboring any good intentions in his brain.
The three of us looked at each other, and none of us moved.
At a signal between Jin Buque and me, Old Gouzi got up and planted two kicks straight into Xue Pan's ass. "Get the hell lost, go on, get the fuck over there and stay put for a bit, go on, don't you dare watch here! Damn it, hurry up and scram!"
Just as Old Gouzi got up to chase Xue Pan away, Jin Buque and I showed remarkable tacit understanding as each of us furiously scraped away a huge handful of sand.
Hehehe, when Old Gouzi came back and looked, the stick planted in the sand pile had been scraped so bare it was wobbling precariously.
He was just fucking stunned! The next moment, he pointed angrily at Jin Buque and me.
He cried out in shock, "I fuck your mother! Old Ghost, Old Jin, what the hell did you two do?"
Hearing this, Jin Buque and I shared a telepathic look and gazed at Old Gouzi with an innocent and utterly clueless expression.
I said,
"We didn't do a thing, didn't we