The lakeside was quiet. Qin Fen glanced around but found no suspicious traces. In other words, those little burglars had not yet searched the lakebed. The place still retained its relaxed, peaceful atmosphere.
Other than elderly people taking walks and relaxing, there was nothing else to be found.
The gathering hall of Hell's upper ranks was equally quiet. The three rulers of Hell stared at Samael with strange expressions. "You were the one who farted just now, weren't you?"
Samael was miserable inside. Fuck, why had something like this suddenly happened? His face darkened as he glared fixedly at one of them and pointed. "Belial, and you still have the nerve to talk? Stop trying to cover it up here. I've tolerated you for a long time!" As the acting administrator, he had to maintain his dignity. How could he lose face?
The moment he said that, it was like tossing a stone into still water, sending ripples spreading outward.
Holy shit, this was explosive. So there really was something going on. The other two rulers widened their eyes and sat back to watch the catfight.
Qin Fen grinned. Samael truly was an old hand. In an elevator, offense was the best defense, because no one knew who it was! He really was cunning and treacherous.
Shameless bastard. Belial's eyes reddened as well. "Why are you saying it was me?"
The other two said nothing, quietly watching from the sidelines. A ruler-level catfight was a rare sight.
"Because you kept repeating that you didn't fart. Do you take us for idiots? That's exactly what it means to cover something up—you want to clear yourself of suspicion! The crazier someone is, the less willing they are to admit they're sick." Samael's expression grew darker and darker.
What the hell, that actually