The Black Shadow gagged for a while and said, face filled with black lines: "Damn, you bastard, that's so disgusting! Ugh!"
Lin Nuoyi frowned deeply and looked at Zhu Qiang with disdain: "Zhu Qiang, why are you still carrying shit around with you!"
Zhu Qiang chuckled: "That's not shit, it's a trophy I got earlier, called the rotting heart. It's useless, just extremely ugly. I got it from the Cyan Alliance, and I don't know why there's such a weird thing."
"But you just grabbed it, your hand, ugh, stay away from me!" Lin Nuoyi frowned and said disdainfully.
Zhu Qiang took off his transparent gloves and threw them aside, chuckling awkwardly.
The few henchmen around the Black Shadow instinctively stepped back two steps, unable to help pinching their noses.
The Black Shadow wiped his face clean, but the stench lingered, and he occasionally gagged, tears welling up.
"It's really, really more stinky than Losh's powder!"
