"Wait... don't!"
The moment Fang Mo pressed his hands together, Toriko's face immediately changed. "Coco! Stop this guy!"
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Coco was completely confused, but their years of tacit understanding still made him act instinctively. He hurriedly flashed in front of Fang Mo to block him.
"...Hiss!"
Fang Mo had already gathered a mouthful of World-Burning Heavenly Fire at his lips, but after seeing what Coco did, he could only force it back down with a slurp.
"No, bro, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
After swallowing the skill back down, Fang Mo could barely hold it together. He grabbed Coco by the collar and questioned him while sparks kept spraying from his mouth. "Would you stop a freight truck hauling steel coils on the highway like that too? What, you think you're a speed bump?"
"Th-then... what does that mean?"
Seeing that Fang Mo was so angry he was breathing fire, Coco's confidence weakened. He turned his head aside and said softly, "Sorry, Fang Mo, but Toriko and I really couldn't bear to see the ingredients destroyed so carelessly..."
"Then you fucking shouldn't jump in front of the damage yourself!"
Fang Mo took a deep breath. "You're lucky you ran into me. I used to play those stop-at-the-last-second challenges all the time, so I barely managed to hold back and save your life in an emergency. If it had been one of those cement-truck drivers instead... do you know what you'd be now? You'd be a puddle of Coco paste!"
"S-sorry."
Coco lowered his head again and apologized sincerely. "I didn't think that far at the time..."
"So what the hell is a cement truck, anyway?"
Toriko couldn't help interrupting. "Why does it feel like you hold such a grudge against that thing? Is it a kind of car?