"Did any of you bring paper? Gimme two sheets!" The tall buff guy covered his nose and stuck out his hand.
The lackeys all dug around in their pockets one by one, and the scene instantly fell dead silent.
"Boss, I didn't bring any paper!"
"Me neither!"
Six or seven guys, and not a single one had brought toilet paper. That made the leader freeze on the spot. He swallowed and said, "Fuck, you guys didn't bring paper, how the hell are we supposed to get out of here?"
"How was I supposed to know we'd be this screwed?" Huangmao gave a bitter smile and said, "Why don't we just… not wipe?"
"Fuck, that's nasty as hell, man!" The tall buff guy rummaged through his pockets. No paper, but he did fish out a big handful of cash. So now he was facing a choice: wipe with money, or use his hand.
"You guys tell me, do we use cash, or use our hands?" the leader asked.
