Seeing that everyone had already started fighting, Zhao Guang hurried out ahead, and Ocoro did the same.
When no one was watching, Ocoro took off. He had planned to take his henchmen along, but found that they had all joined the melee in the crowd.
One by one, they tore the clothes off their bodies, standing stark naked among the crowd, creating a rather eye-stinging scene.
"Why did you come out too, shouldn't you check on those people?" Zhao Guang pointed to the crowd and said.
Ocoro seemed dismissive, "Those idiots, this behavior can hardly be called art."
Is that really the point? Zhao Guang was confused. Forget it, this guy's head was stuffed with art to the extent that he had no clue about anything else.
"By the way, I've looked over the thing you gave me, it's really nice, there are other new types of art. The place you come from must be a real Capital of Art," Ocoro's eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhao Guang.
