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After the short winter melon was speechless, Wang Dazhuang let go of his hand. The short and fat man's arm was thrown back by the inertia, and he staggered two steps before he stood still.

He covered his wrists with a look of shock and anger on his face.

Wang Dazhuang ignored the other party's expression, turned around, held Sun Feifei's hand, and said calmly: "Let's go."

Sun Feifei looked down at her held hand and felt the warmth of his palm passing through her skin. It was generous and powerful, like an umbrella held above her head, blocking all the wind and rain.

Sun Feifei's body trembled slightly for a moment, and a kind of peace of mind that she had not experienced for a long time when someone was protecting her radiated from the inside out.

Instead of taking out her hand, Sun Feifei raised her head and looked at Wang Dazhuang and nodded lightly.

So, the two people turned to leave.

But Zhao Xiaofang chased after them, stopped in front of them, opened her arms, and made a gesture of not giving way, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Someone is coming! They are beating someone! No one cares?"

Her voice was high-pitched and loud and could be heard throughout the street.

There are more and more people watching, and it is about to get out of hand.

"Pfft——"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the short winter melon man.

The short, fat man next to Zhao Xiaofang farted inexplicably.

The fart was loud and long, like the roar from the exhaust pipe of an old tractor when it started. It was particularly clear on the quiet street and everyone heard it.

Zhao Xiaofang's shouting was abruptly interrupted by this fart.

She turned to look at her boyfriend, her expression changing from anger to shock, a mixture of embarrassment and disgust.

The short, fat man's face turned blue and white, and his lips were trembling. He wanted to explain something, but then there was another "pop" sound, which was louder, longer, and more ominous than the one before.

A stench filled the air, and the crowd of onlookers retreated. Some people covered their noses, some cursed "It's disgusting," and some laughed out loud.

"Ahhhh-why did this person fart and poop!"

"It stinks, it stinks, let's go, let's go!"

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