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Seeing someone approaching, the big baboon on the wall picked up a large watermelon, ready to smash it down.
"Looking for trouble, huh!" Suming looked up and shouted at the big baboon.
The red-haired big baboon had poor vision, famously myopic. It thought the voice sounded somewhat familiar and squinted for a long time without recognizing who it was—however, the spiritual power that came through was very familiar and it immediately recognized Suming.
The big baboon sheepishly put down the watermelon, lay on its back, and stuck a finger in its mouth, sucking noisily, pretending as if nothing had happened.
"Enough with the acting," Suming rolled his eyes and knocked on the door downstairs. Quickly, there came the creaking of hinges, and a pair of solid gates opened a crack.
It was a sudden open space at the door, several bison were leisurely grazing with their heads bowed.