Just as he stepped off the elevator, Mr. Wu's nose twitched; he smelled a faint scent of blood in the air! Mr. Wu's expression turned very ugly, and he hurried toward Haizhou's apartment.
He had only walked a few steps when he heard a loud banging on a door.
Mixed with the banging were sharp shouts, "Zhou Haichuan, come out now! Did you fall in there? Otherwise, we're kicking the door down!"
"My stomach's upset, I'm having diarrhea." Zhou Haichuan was incredibly nervous, "Mr. Wu, please hurry, or I'm done for!"
"Zhou Haichuan, quit your tricks! It's been half an hour! Have you pooped out your stomach acid by now?"
"Zi Xin, stop messing with him, let's kick the door down!"
Bam! Bam! Bam!, a few girls from Zijing Martial Arts School began to kick the door, and Zhou Haichuan quickly shouted, "Almost! Really almost! It's alomost over!
Don't kick the door, I'm coming out right now!"
Hearing this, the girls stopped kicking the door.
