If there's anyone at this mont with a worse mood than Lin Jiaxuan, it's undoubtedly Bi Quan and Bi Junxian, the father and son duo.
In the pavilion of the manor, Hu Guangxin sat on the stone stool, his body shaking uncontrollably, and each shake was accompanied by a "bang" sound.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The sound was nearly continuous, and along with it, a vibe was emitted that scread "stay away."
Bi Quan and his son, along with the butler, Old Lu, had already retreated from the pavilion.
The stench was one thing, but the scene was so utterly bizarre that it was unheard of, let alone seen.
"Six people moved at once, five got captured, and there's one who can't stop farting." Bi Quan glared at Old Lu with a sullen face, "Is this what you called foolproof?"
Old Lu kept his head down, not saying a word. He couldn't have imagined this outco, even in his wildest dreams.
Could that courtyard really be a dragon's lair or tiger's den?
Anyone who enters can't conquer it?
"Pfft... hahahahaha."
Bi Junxian suddenly bent over, laughing, slapping his thigh as tears squeezed out.
"You scoundrel!" Bi Quan angrily stomped his cane on the ground and scolded, "What's so funny?"
Bi Junxian pointed at Hu Guangxin in the pavilion, whose face was pale as he kept wiping his cold sweat, "Dad... it's not... I don't want to laugh... it's just hahahahaha... look at him, I... I really can't hold it in, hahahahaha!"
"..." Bi Quan.
"..." Old Lu.
You couldn't bla Bi Junxian; from this angle, Hu Guangxin's waist was blocked by the stone table, only his upper body visible, shaking continuously.
This posture looked a lot like a farr from the countryside driving a tractor.
Of course, if it were an actual farr driving a tractor, it wouldn't be funny at all.
The main thing was Hu Guangxin wasn't operating a tractor, yet he gave off an uncanny impression of soone driving one, which was quite comical.
"Have you laughed enough?" Bi Quan asked with a dark face.
He was truly upset to the extre, even suspecting that there was sothing wrong with the feng shui of this manor.
In the few days he'd moved in, first his son had a bout of diarrhea in the hot spring in front of everyone, then there was urine in his teapot.
And now, there's soone in the pavilion who's endlessly farting.
Poo, pee, farts.
He's experienced all three; who could handle that?
Seeing his father's face growing darker, Bi Junxian quickly stopped laughing, adjusted his expression, and asked, "Dad, what should we do next?"
"What to do?" Bi Quan said coldly, "Old Lu, go find Guan Huarong right now and ask him, given the great benefits I promised him, how long does he intend to just watch?"
As soon as he spoke, a weathered voice echoed from not far behind, "Brother Bi, it's been a few days, and you're still so fiery."
Everyone turned around to see Guan Huarong and his butler being led over by the guards at the gate.
Bi Quan snorted coldly, "I thought Brother Guan decided not to stand on the sa side as ."
"What are you saying, Brother Bi? With such great benefits, how could I give that up?" Guan Huarong laughed heartily, "To be honest, I've utilized all my connections and finally developed a detailed understanding of Xiao Feng."
With that, he gestured to the side.
The butler behind him imdiately handed him a folder.
Guan Huarong stepped forward and handed it to Bi Quan, "Brother Bi, please have a look."
Bi Quan took it, flipping through it page by page, his frown deepening.
After reading the last page, Bi Quan closed the folder, his expression heavy, "This Xiao Feng is indeed a talent, but unfortunately, there's no turning back now.
The situation being what it is, there's no retreat, no matter the cost, we have to bite the bullet and press on."
Guan Huarong's investigation was thorough, covering most of Xiao Feng's experiences, except for a few secrets.
It's clear from the data that Xiao Feng is vindictive and holds grudges.
This explains Bi Quan's claim of having no retreat, continuously sending people to assassinate him; expecting Xiao Feng to let bygones be bygones is simply unbelievable.
"Brother Guan's investigation is detailed, but I must say, gathering enemy intel is crucial, but since we're on the sa boat, Brother Guan can't just sit on the sidelines forever, right?" Bi Quan said sullenly.
"Of course!"
Guan Huarong nodded, "To be honest, I've already made my move, but not against Xiao Feng, rather targeting his friends and won at ho."
Bi Quan's eyes lit up; Xiao Feng may be strong, but it's impossible for everyone close to him to be formidable. As long as they capture one, everything would be smooth sailing.
Just then, a breeze wafted in.
Guan Huarong frowned; the night breeze was cool, but this particular gust was sothing else... why did it sll so bad?
Scanning the area, he saw soone lying prone on the stone table in the pavilion, motionless as if asleep.
"Brother Bi, who might that be?" Guan Huarong pointed at Hu Guangxin in the pavilion, his eyes full of confusion.
Bi Quan turned his face slightly and dismissed it, "Oh, just a friend."
"A friend?"
Guan Huarong wrinkled his brow, "Brother Bi, your friend seems drunk, judging by that posture, isn't he having a wet... dream?"
Since Hu Guangxin was lying over the stone table, occasionally farting, and due to the recoil, it seed like he was doing sothing indescribable.
"Yeah, had a few too many drinks," Bi Quan played along.
Guan Huarong gave Hu Guangxin another glance, his expression betraying disbelief, but since Bi Quan clearly didn't want to delve deeper, he didn't press the issue.
After seeing off Guan Huarong and his butler, Bi Quan complained, "Why isn't the ambulance here yet?"
"The hospital said there's traffic, still needs a bit more ti," replied Old Lu.
Bi Quan, walking back, muttered, "At this hour, what could be causing traffic?"
Just then, the siren of the ambulance was heard from the manor's gate.
Several dical personnel in white coats erged from the vehicle, one with a mask stood at the entrance, observing the brightly lit manor with a peculiar expression.
"What are you standing there for? Go inside and save the person," a colleague patted him on the shoulder.
"It's nothing, just that a couple of days ago, I ca here. The person who got diarrhea and ended up in the ER ca from here."
"Really? That's quite the coincidence."
"I have a hunch, today's patient will be like the last one, an unusual dical case we've never encountered."
"Co on, encountering such a thing once is plenty, how could it happen repeatedly?"
However, upon seeing Hu Guangxin in a fainting state, yet still occasionally letting out loud farts, everyone was stunned.
All eyes turned towards the colleague who just said he had a hunch, their expressions seed to ask: Are you a prophet?
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