"Ugh, why did I have to say I had headaches and dizzy spells? I can't believe it actually came true. What rotten luck!" Scarface let out a long sigh, his face filled with regret.
When his men heard this, they all began to confess their own regrets.
"I regret it too. I shouldn't have said I had prostate trouble. It's so bad now I feel like just cutting the damn thing out!"
"Yeah, and I shouldn't have said I had stomachaches and bloating. Now it feels like my stomach is about to explode!"
"BOO HOO HOO, I shouldn't have said I had diarrhea. I've been on the toilet so much I'm starting to question my life choices..."
At first, Scarface didn't pay much attention to his men's complaints. But as he heard more and more of their regretful sighs, a thought suddenly struck him. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Hey, you guys think this sudden, weird illness we all have might be related to that Zhao kid?"
