"Ah—"
Yin Pengfei's cry of pain echoed for three days, startling Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing by the car trunk, making them instinctively glance over, but upon looking, they found no trace of Yin Pengfei.
Attacked by the little fox, Yin Pengfei saw the nearly broken plastic broom that had just hit him on the butt lying on the ground, and he became furious.
Yin Pengfei picked up the plastic broom, and like whack-a-mole, chased the white blob moving with the speed of a ground-effect vehicle, trying to crawl away.
"Damn it! If you've got the guts, come face me one on one!"
As he gradually distanced himself from Mo Yiqing, recalling his experiences in Jiule City, Yin Pengfei couldn't help but yell at the little fox in defiance.
Earlier, he'd been hit by a fox in the restaurant.
Later, in the bushes, he'd been double-teamed by cats and dogs, and the situation was quite embarrassing.
