"I'll eat it!"
Wu Di immediately lay down in front of the cow dung, grabbed a lump, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Ugh..."
The disgusting stench of the cow dung made Wu Di retch uncontrollably.
"Hurry up, keep eating, you don't have much time left!"
Lin Fei urged him coldly.
Enduring the nausea, Wu Di pinched his nose with one hand while shoveling cow dung into his mouth with the other, even swallowing some.
"..."
Watching Wu Di in this state, Lin Fei was speechless.
Wu Di truly was a tough nut to crack.
Zhang Wenbiao and Zhang Wenbo had very mixed feelings.
Wu Di wasn't being whipped, but choosing to eat cow dung was just as terrible, wasn't it?
Given another chance to choose, they weren't sure if suffering the whipping or eating cow dung was the better option.
Three minutes wasn't much time, and in the final ten seconds, Lin Fei started the countdown.
With a little less than half the cow dung left, Wu Di sped up and ate as hard as he could.
