Qiu Zhen hadn't realized danger was approaching. He was still speaking with a grin when Lu Ming flicked a piece of paper, sending it flying towards Qiu Zhen and striking his 'qi acupoint'.
Qiu Zhen felt a brief pain. He glanced at the paper on the floor and cursed at Lu Ming, "Lu Ming, what's your deal? You dare throw paper at me! Your action is despicable, shameful, and utterly shameless! You are the fighter jet among trash!"
Everyone assumed Lu Ming had thrown the paper in anger.
The more this happened, the happier they became.
Provoking someone, watching them rage ineffectively, and finally being carried away – what a great pleasure that was.
Jiang Mengxin frowned, knowing this couldn't continue. She said coldly to Lu Ming, "Go pick up that paper and leave."
She was giving him the eviction notice on behalf of the host!
Because Jiang Mengxin clearly realized that if Lu Ming stayed any longer, not only would he be humiliated, but she might be too.
Everyone watched Lu Ming with smiles, waiting for him to be kicked out.
But just then, a crisp sound came from across the table – *Pfft*!!!
What…
At such an important occasion, someone dared to fart in public?
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn.
The one who farted was none other than Qiu Zhen!
He had completely lost control. He didn't know how a gust of gas escaped, and he couldn't hold it back. It was extremely strange.
He had no idea that this was a chain reaction caused by Lu Ming hitting his qi acupoint.
Murong Ba shot him a glare and whispered, "Watch your image!"
Qiu Zhen nodded awkwardly.
But he never expected that as Qiu Zhen nodded, another crisp 'pfft' sound came from below his body.
This time, it embarrassed everyone and disgusted everyone.
Even people at the next table turned to look at Qiu Zhen.
"Damn, does this guy have any manners? In such a solemn occasion, why one after another? Have some shame!"
"He seems to be Murong Ba's strategist! These people are a bunch of barbarians, with no regard for image."
"Simply speechless. They knew they were attending President Ma's daughter's birthday banquet, yet they couldn't even control their bodies beforehand."
Facing everyone's mockery, Qiu Zhen was so ashamed he wanted to disappear.
He swore he had tried his best to control himself, but he just couldn't!
Murong Ba next to him said fiercely, "What are you doing? Did you eat too many soybeans?"
Qiu Zhen said helplessly, "No, I didn't eat anything. To attend the birthday banquet, I was very careful about everything. I didn't eat any random things, and my body is very healthy."
As he spoke, he felt the sensation again.
"Not good!"
Qiu Zhen held his breath, his face flushed, trying desperately to push the gas back into his stomach. But the consequence was even worse. He not only failed to block the gas but also produced a stronger reaction.
*Bang*!!!
With a loud noise, Qiu Zhen bounced directly off his chair. The recoil from the gas was too strong; he couldn't sit still.
"What's going on?"
"Earthquake?"
"No, it's that farting guy! He blew another one!"
"Damn, with that much noise, did he eat ten pounds of soybeans? Simply speechless."
"Oh no, the 'toxic gas' is here, it's so smelly!"
Everyone quickly dodged. The entire table instinctively stood up and retreated a few steps. Even people at the next table stood up to avoid it.
Murong Ba, who was closest, ran out directly, deliberately keeping a distance from Qiu Zhen.
At this moment.
Lu Ming smiled at Qiu Zhen and said, "If a hiccup from me is considered impolite and vulgar, then what do you call Mr. Qiu's successive farts? Is that polite?"
Faced with Lu Ming's merciless taunt, Qiu Zhen awkwardly scratched his foot.
He said to everyone, "It's not that I want to. I can't control any of this. Someone must have played a trick on me and made me eat something unclean!"
But the problem was, he hadn't eaten anything today!
It was a bit difficult to justify himself.
As Qiu Zhen was trying his best to explain, he suddenly felt another surge of gas in his stomach, and it was a series of them.
His face instantly turned pale. He realized what was about to happen.
"No, don't."
"Can't!"
"No way!"
Qiu Zhen blocked behind him with his hands, trying to control it with all his might, but unfortunately, his body was not obeying him at all.
What followed was a historic scene witnessed by everyone present.
An air machine gun!
*Dudududu…*
A string of gas was released from the lower rear part of Qiu Zhen's body. It was deafening and nauseatingly smelly. The two girls closest to him didn't react in time and passed out from the smell!
It was like a 'biological weapon'.
Terrifying, horrifying.
"Go, get him out of here!"
"My goodness, I've never seen such an ill-mannered person."
"He's from the Murong family!"
"Security, security!"
Murong Ba in the distance turned green. He had been mocking Lu Ming and Jiang Mengxin just moments ago, but within minutes, their Murong family had become the biggest laughingstock of the entire event.
He roared at Qiu Zhen, "You son of a bitch, get out of here now!!!"
If Qiu Zhen continued farting like this, the Murong family's image would be completely ruined, although it seemed there wasn't much left of it now.
Security guards approached, pinching their noses, and said to Qiu Zhen, "You, the one releasing toxic gas, I advise you to put your hands up immediately and surrender, or we will have to use special means to deal with you."
Qiu Zhen was utterly speechless.
He had intended to make a good impression at this birthday banquet, but it had turned out this way.
Yes, he made an impression, but it was a shameful one!
Qiu Zhen had no face to stay any longer. Holding his stomach, he ran outside, farting as he ran, *dududu, dududu*…
The sounds continued.
Like a motorcycle starting up, he farted his way out of the hotel lobby.
Fifteen minutes later.
The dust settled.
"Oh my god, what kind of person is this, so ill-mannered."
"Murong Ba, you need to discipline your subordinates better from now on!"
Murong Ba was so embarrassed he sat there, unable to utter a single word. He secretly vowed that when he returned, he would hang Qiu Zhen up and beat him severely to vent his hatred.
Everyone sat down again.
Jiang Mengxin felt much better. Seeing her enemy humiliated was indeed a pleasant thing.
Just then, the host walked onto the stage, and the spotlight shone down.
Holding a microphone, the host announced loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Miss Ma Xiaoling's 20th birthday banquet. On behalf of the Ma family, I express our gratitude to everyone. Now, with the warmest applause, let us welcome the protagonist of this banquet – Ma Xiaoling!"
*Boom*!!!
The applause thundered.
Amidst the warm applause and under the spotlight, a young girl with skin as white as snow gracefully walked to the front of the stage.
"Hello everyone, I am Ma Xiaoling."