The sound of snorts rang out in all directions again, and the assassins could hardly contain their laughter.
Although in such a situation, they couldn't help but find it hilarious.
Feng Yin was feeling rather dejected, frowning and saying, "Why the hell... would you go bald out of sheer boredom?"
The poor guy looked miserable: "Whenever in the past I was in a fight, people would always grab my hair... I took a hardened heart and shaved it all off. Boss, this... there's not enough hair on my chest either…"
God Almighty, there's not enough hair below either.
Many people who heard this couldn't help throwing their hands over their mouths to smother their laughter, shaking violently with mirth. Some even whimpered in pain as they were pricked by the needles.
Feng Yin gritted his teeth, "What to do? What the hell can we do?"
Everyone asked in unison, "What can be done?"
