"Shit!"
Shun Lie immediately turned on the car's air conditioning exhaust, then glared at Sun Xingzhe who had already entered a breath-holding state. Sun Xingzhe just chuckled and spread his hands. With a gust of wind, all the foul smells in the car gathered into a cluster, turning into a grape-seed-sized black dot, which Sun Xingzhe flicked out of the car.
"Cough, cough..."
Chen Shancang, who nearly didn't catch his breath, finally recovered. Just as he was about to open the car window to breathe fresh air, the foul smell that burst outside the car smeared his face, almost causing him to faint.
However, he was, after all, trained at Shaolin Temple. By holding his breath and striving to regulate it, he eventually managed to regain his breath, and looked at Sun Xingzhe with a resentful gaze.
In response to his expression, Sun Xingzhe just shrugged, while Shun Lie seriously said,
"If this smell exploded next to you while you were baking bread, what do you think would happen?"
