"Pfft…"
"Holy shit, who the hell farted? It stinks!" The leader of the masked men instantly started yelling because of the smell.
Fatty, one of the masked men, held his belly and awkwardly chuckled, "Boss, my stomach is upset and I can't hold it anymore, can we stop the car for a bit?"
"Bloody hell!" The leader bellowed, caught a waft of rotten egg smell, and finally couldn't take it anymore, ordering the driver to stop the car.
"Thanks, boss, thanks, boss!" Fatty quickly jumped out of the car, clutched his stomach and climbed over the guardrail, sprinting up the slope.
"Haha…" A wave of laughter echoed from behind him.
"His little performance made me want to take a leak too." The leader mumbled, then hopped out of the car, and followed Fatty up the slope.
The other men followed suit, jumping out of the car and heading for the slopes on either side.
