Chapter 142: Paige

"Don't think I'll be scared of you just because you're cosplaying Wolverine."
"Got a pair of claws and everything, huh?"
"Isn't it nice to just be a proper Taoist priest? Why do you have to mess around with these flashy claws..."
"My idol is Wolverine. Insulting him is insulting me. Come on, I want a duel..."
"Can Wolverine just go around greeting the captain's mother?"
Blackwa looked left and right, waiting for Li Changluo to come to his rescue...
Weren't we supposed to stick to the plan? The moment I got exposed, you were supposed to support me without hesitation!
However...
Forget about support; there wasn't even a glimpse of Li Changluo to be found...
Only then did Blackwa realize he had been thoroughly played by the shameless Li Changluo. In a fit of rage, he bared his demonic claws...
Yet...
Facing this group of humans, he couldn't just attack casually. He had hoped to use the terrifying aura of his claws to scare off the security guards, but who would have thought...
These guards thought he was just a cosplayer...
Completely unfazed by his claws, they all raised their batons.
This completely deviates from the script...
What should he do?
After putting on a flashy and impressive display of his powers, Blackwa had no choice but to surrender. He hugged his head and squatted on the ground, leaving himself completely at the mercy of the guards' beating and pummeling...
After a good long while, the captain suddenly stopped, looked around, and wore a complicated expression...
"What's wrong, Captain?"
"Captain, is beating him not feeling right?"
Several subordinates asked with concern.
"You guys... which one of you motherfuckers farted?"
The captain hesitated, but finally couldn't help asking.
"I've been wanting to ask. It stinks to high heaven."
"Not me..."
"No way..."
"Wasn't me either..."
"Captain, it's that foreign dark-skinned bastard's mouth. It smells straight-up like shit..."
At that moment, the young guard who had previously guessed that Blackwa was swearing finally pinpointed the source of the problem and pointed at Blackwa, who was still squatting with his head in his hands.
The captain leaned down close to Blackwa, took a sniff, and immediately recoiled with a look of utter disgust...
"It's that exact stench! Damn it, the bastard actually eats shit! Beat this perotic foreigner up..."
Pinching his nose, he ordered his subordinates to resume the beating...
Playing a fake Taoist priest was one thing—forced by life circumstances, who hasn't harbored dreams of being a charlatan?
Sneaking into the residential compound was also one thing—after all, nothing had been proven yet. But cursing people meant you deserved a beating. That was the kind of backbone one should have when dealing with foreign barbarians running amok in our territory...
However, you actually fucking eat shit? That crosses the line! Is that something a human being would do? We can't let you get away with this...
Meanwhile, inside the security room at the entrance of the compound, Li Changluo was the only one rummaging through the computer, trying to check the surveillance footage...
Outside, the enthusiastic cursing of the security guards could be heard from time to time, along with...
Blackwa's desperate cries for help: "Stop hitting me, I bought a watch last year..."
"Seriously, stop hitting me, I bought a watch last year, think about it again..."
As Li Changluo sifted through the surveillance data on the computer, he couldn't help sighing that Blackwa truly earned his beating through sheer capability—truly admirable...
Yet, something felt off. I clearly could have used that pearl to confuse the guards and lure them away. Why did I choose such a low-tech method of using Blackwa as bait?
Thinking carefully...
It seemed he had simply forgotten...
Still, life is full of surprises everywhere, isn't it? This was all part of life's journey, and for Blackwa, it was a form of tempering...
Perhaps after this group beating, Blackwa...
Would have an even better appetite?
With this thought, Li Changluo felt at ease and continued reviewing the surveillance footage on the computer.
He still remembered that when he first arrived at the compound, one of the guards had mentioned frequently suffering from diarrhea in the middle of the night. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it...
However...
Thinking about it now...
There was still nothing particularly suspicious about it; it was just a plot device he had forcefully conjured up to make himself look clever.
In reality, however, coincidences do happen...
Li Changluo actually found...
Absolutely nothing on the computer...
Did he overthink it?
If Mr. Zhang's own independent home security system hadn't detected any anomalies, what could surveillance footage of the compound possibly reveal?
Li Changluo decided to give up and look for a new breakthrough. But right at that moment...
He spotted a dark figure moving up and down amidst the green belt of the compound. Hiding by the window, Li Changluo watched for a long time before he finally made it out: it was a man in a suit sneaking around inside...
The suit looked very familiar; it seemed to be Mr. Zhang's...
Could it be that, just as he had anticipated, Mr. Zhang was the mastermind behind the entire incident?
Am I seriously a genius or what?
Is the case about to be solved? Am I about to catch the monster?
Is the white lotus demoness going to look at me with newfound respect and worship the ground I walk on?
"Oh, Brother Li, you're so capable! I admire you so much!"
Heh...
Li Changluo felt a surge of secret satisfaction. He had finally caught the fox tail of this monster! He groped for a baton...
Then, he silently crept around to the back of Mr. Zhang in the bushes...
Raising the stick in his hand, he brought it down squarely onto the back of Mr. Zhang's suit...
However, the moment the blow landed, he felt that something was off...
The tactile feedback of the strike felt just like beating a quilt out in the winter sun...
Sure enough...
Following Li Changluo's strike, the suit suddenly slumped to the ground, and right before his eyes stood a pink, adorable little pig wearing a bellyband...
On its head, the little pig wore a bamboo conical hat...
It turned its head to look at Li Changluo in a panic, just like a child caught doing something bad...
"Holy crap, Peppa, is that you..."
Li Changluo was dumbfounded. What kind of freaky thing was this? It was his first time seeing a live-action Peppa Pig...
He was panicking...
Panicking like crazy. Should he take a photo and post it on his Moments?
However, just as Li Changluo reached out to grab the little pig with the bamboo hat, it darted forward a couple of steps and vanished right before his eyes...
In its flurry, it dropped a bag of white powder onto the ground...
Li Changluo picked up the suspicious bag of powder from the ground and looked around. Only then did he notice that right next to the discarded suit sat a rooster-patterned bowl filled with clean water...
Right beside the bowl were three unlit sticks of incense...
Could this be...
Kneading dough?
However...
Kneading dough in the middle of the night? Even he didn't believe that nonsense!
A vicious possibility suddenly flashed through Li Changluo's mind: drugs.
Holy crap, even Peppa Pig had gone bad and switched careers to come sabotage our country?
Still, Li Changluo couldn't be sure if it was actually drugs...
Mimicking the methods he saw in TV shows, he poked a hole in the bag, reached out a finger, dipped a tiny bit of the powder, and put it to his lips...
"What's this taste?"
Li Changluo smacked his lips, furrowing his brow in intense suspense.
"Young man, what on earth are you doing?"
Right at that moment, beneath the compound's surveillance camera, a refined-looking young man was stuffing his finger into an old man's mouth.
The expression was utterly thought-provoking.