A fate worse than death?
Ye Qingtian suddenly laughed, and his smile was full of devilish charm.
"A fate worse than death is something only I can inflict on others; no one else has the power to inflict it on me."
As he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps echoed.
Ye Qingtian walked out of the restroom.
"Hmph, coward, you knew I was almost done, so you ran away!"
As he said this, Qin Bafeng suddenly felt the toilet shaking.
Oh no!
He rushed out of the stall without even pulling up his pants.
But it was already too late.
Bam!
The toilet exploded.
Blood and excrement flew in all directions!
The powerful explosion blasted him to the top of the wall.
He was covered in excrement, and his butt was completely blown apart.
Bam!
He fell from the ceiling, face down.
His face was smeared with excrement.
Ah…
"My butt, my butt!"
Qin Bafeng cried out in pain.
He didn't know how Ye Qingtian did it.
To him, Ye Qingtian seemed like a devil!
"Ling... Lingyue, save me."
