Before long, everyone noticed that the foul stench in the air grew stronger and stronger. As a popular saying goes, the smell was so bad it was blinding.
Someone couldn't help but want to step forward and check it out, but John Fos stopped them. In his eyes, these people were his Protective Talismans; losing one meant one less card to play, so he'd rather not use them.
"Don't you all think this smells a lot like crap?" someone said while pinching their nose.
Just then, the package was thrown open by the fire, revealing the black stuff inside. Now everyone could see clearly: what Xiao Feng had dropped wasn't a bomb. It was actually cow dung.
"What the hell!" someone couldn't help but curse on the spot, "This bastard is disgusting enough to kill someone!"
But complaints aside, there's no real way to defend against this move. You have to know that on a ranch, the last thing you'll ever run short of is this stuff. You can't exactly mobilize everyone to clean up cow dung, can you?
