If there's anyone at this moment with a worse mood than Lin Jiaxuan, it's undoubtedly Bi Quan and Bi Junxian, the father and son duo.
In the pavilion of the manor, Hu Guangxin sat on the stone stool, his body shaking uncontrollably, and each shake was accompanied by a "bang" sound.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The sound was nearly continuous, and along with it, a vibe was emitted that screamed "stay away."
Bi Quan and his son, along with the butler, Old Lu, had already retreated from the pavilion.
The stench was one thing, but the scene was so utterly bizarre that it was unheard of, let alone seen.
"Six people moved at once, five got captured, and there's one who can't stop farting." Bi Quan glared at Old Lu with a sullen face, "Is this what you called foolproof?"
Old Lu kept his head down, not saying a word. He couldn't have imagined this outcome, even in his wildest dreams.
Could that courtyard really be a dragon's lair or tiger's den?
Anyone who enters can't conquer it?
