"Fuck, I can't stand this feeling until I let this out."
Chen Cang roared furiously.
The others were immediately a little afraid. Whenever Chen Cang lost his temper, he easily took it out on one of them. This had happened before, so the group was truly afraid of him.
Houzi, smart as a monkey, decided to divert the disaster and reminded, "Brother Cang, since it was the snack street's cold drink shop that gave the brothers diarrhea, why don't we find that shop and have them compensate us?"
"Yeah, make them compensate! That'll let us vent!"
"Damn, my stomach's been aching from all the shitting, and my legs are numb too, we must make that shop pay! No compensation, no deal!"
The younger brothers were all riled up, shouting and some even talked about smashing the shop.
These were kids from influential families who never took ordinary people seriously, and felt even more entitled because they believed they got diarrhea from the shop's food—they were fearless.
"Let's go get them!"
