The restaurant's manager stared at the shattered glass curtain wall, smothered in feces, the yellow slop that had burst into the restaurant's entrance, and the various types of excrement that covered the road outside the restaurant.
At this moment, he actually felt like laughing!
But seeing Mr. Anderson's furious demeanor, he ultimately did not laugh.
He walked over to Mr. Anderson, who was indeed too busy to attend to anything else—directing the apprentices in cleaning up.
It seemed that the morning's feces attack had given these apprentices a sort of psychological resistance to it, given that they weren't retching or vomiting, nor did anyone throw up.
Despite their extreme reluctance, they still donned gloves and began cleaning the manure from the glass curtain wall.
This stuff was actually not easy to clean.
If a scientist were here now, they would surely be able to explain why these lumps of feces were so firmly stuck to the glass.
