Dogsh*t was piled on the streets, especially on patches of grass. Qin Guan wrapped up a piece of dried dogsh*t in a cotton cloth carefully and dipped it into some fresh sh*t.
Using the wind and humidity to his advantage, he threw it away. Franklin and his partner got one each. The distinctive smell drifted out as Franklin grabbed it subconsciously.
"Oh, bullsh*t!" Wrong! It was dogsh*t.
They were both furious, when suddenly a soft sound was heard from around the corner. Both of them felt a sharp pain on their necks.
"Was it a f*cking mosquito?"
"I’m fainting..." Before they could figure out what was going on, they collapsed on the ground.
"Ha ha..." Coulibaly jumped out of the flowers, laughing proudly. His friends finally spotted him thanks to his glowing white teeth.