The bodyguards looked at each other, confused, but not daring to disobey their employer's command, they all bent down to unlace their boots, took off their socks, and placed them on the rear of the Ferrari.
In the scorching heat, the sour stench of the muscular men's feet, which had been swathed in thick boots all day, was simply indescribable.
Even in the open air with a breeze, the foul smell of the eight stinky socks still burrowed into the nostrils, making people want to keep their distance.
"Your chance is gone. Your brothers are destined to climb higher and farther than you, and you will soon no longer be qualified to call them brothers."
Xiao Ming said to the profligate, still maintaining a serious expression.
"Unless, you stuff these few pairs of socks into your mouth and apologize to me."
Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking the idea utterly ridiculous while simultaneously admiring the audacity of it in their minds.
