"Can this thing actually cure an illness?"
"This is going too far!"
Looking at the soaked dog shit, the landlord and his thugs all turned to Fatty Qi, their expressions incredibly complicated.
"Nonsense," Fatty Qi sneered. "If you don't want to be a eunuch, hurry up and drink it!"
"To hell with it! My mouth ulcers have been acting up for days. If this keeps up, my girlfriend's going to break up with me!" Gritting his teeth, one of the young thugs immediately cupped a handful and downed it in one gulp.
"Drink up! Just eat an orange afterward and you'll be fine."
"Don't shove! There's a cup for everyone, that's enough!"
"Only an idiot would drink last! All that'll be left is the dregs, and chewing that would be even more disgusting!"
Led by this thug, the group rushed to the basin, and each of them downed a cup.
BLECH.
Although watching them made him feel a bit nauseous himself, Fatty Qi left with a smile. He was incredibly pleased to have finally gotten his revenge.
