These vomits mixed with the old black mud between the toes of the Meat Ocean emitted a harmonious odor that blended decay and acidity. As Li Huazhao removed his mask, the distinct scent swiftly spread throughout the entire area, much like a stone thrown into a tranquil pond creating ripples that rapidly expanded far and wide.
Having done all this, Li Huazhao then gleefully grasped the lawyer's nape and looked back at Lu Mingzhe, "Let's head back, help me switch the knife back."
"Okay," Lu Mingzhe smiled, naturally not refusing Li Huazhao's request. Thus, amidst the flow of character charms, the lawyer returned to his own team, and the dinner knife once again found itself in Li Huazhao's hands.
"Doo doo doo~ doo doo~" Li Huazhao puckered his lips and hummed a tune, once again tossing his dinner knife as if nothing had just happened.
