Chapter 230 Chapter 227: Sanitary Pad Tactic

As he spoke, Feng Zhixiao grasped a launcher and then fired it off. Yan Bu'er had wanted to dodge, but he wasn't quick enough and was squarely hit by an inexplicable object that stuck to his face.

Pfft...

The little brothers of the Heavenly Reversal Gang immediately burst into laughter. Shit, Zhi Xiao was really good at pranks—how did he even manage to get hold of this thing? The Flame Dragon Gang's little brothers wanted to laugh but didn't dare to; who would dare mock Mr. Yan? Did they have a death wish?

Yan Bu'er stood there dumbfounded, his face slapped with a sanitary napkin from Anle, smeared with bright red blood. Yan Bu'er hurriedly tore the thing off his face. A glance at it nearly made him vomit out dinner from the night before. Enraged, he shouted, "Feng Zhixiao, I fuck your shit!"

"Hehe, Mr. Yan, I'm really sorry, I only had the one. Please make do, I'll find one with less blood on it to send to your mansion later!" Feng Zhixiao grinned.