He instinctively raised his hand to wipe it off, then just as instinctively brought it to his nose to sniff, and then exploded with rage, "Who spit on my shoulder? You've got some nerve, motherfucker, looking for shit!"
He suddenly turned around, about to throw a punch!
But quickly, he pulled his punch back and suddenly became very polite.
With even a smile on his face, he said, "Oh... It was you who spit on me. Then it's fine, welcome to spit... Are you going to spit again? If you're not spitting... I... I'll be going first."
"I still have things to do..."
He ducked his neck and hurriedly ran backward.
A figure at least two meters tall and incredibly bulky, covered with black hair and emitting an incredibly fierce roar, lunged at him.
Huge palm-sized hands flashed through the air, carrying a terrifying swooshing sound!
Not just one, another one was following behind.
Even bigger and more formidable!
It was like two small mountains rapidly approaching Fan Deng.
Two bears!!
