Harold said in pain at this moment: “I don’t know what’s going on, I just feel a pain in my stomach…”
At this point, Harold instantly felt a stronger energy, several times stronger than before, and sprinted crazily downwards at an extremely fast speed.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a puff, and a stronger stench instantly spread throughout the living room.
Christopher glanced under Harold’s buttocks and found that brown-black sticky material had leaked out. He exclaimed, “f*cking Harold, why are you pulling your pants!”
“Ah?!” Everyone looked around.
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