Chapter Forty-Two: Confession and Another Clue

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Is dog poop delicious?
Does a loser not deserve to eat it?
He wants to eat it himself?
Li Fang’s underlings were utterly stunned.
The onlookers around were equally dumbfounded.
The security guards rushing to maintain order at the KTV stood aghast.
The tattooed, buzz-cut tough guy grabbed Li Fang’s sleeve in terror. "Boss, that's dog poop! It's poop! You can't eat it."
His expression was mournful, his tone sincere—he was every bit like a loyal minister trying to dissuade a tyrant in ancient times.
Li Fang turned and glared fiercely at his subordinate. "You idiot! What do you know? Useless loser! Let me go, I want to eat dog poop!"
With that, his eyes shone with anticipation, saliva dripped from his mouth as he moved toward the pet dogs led by those flamboyant women.
The KTV security guards exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what to do.
A young security guard asked in surprise, "Chief, what should we do? That guy looks about to eat... the poop!"
The security captain shook his head in confusion, taking a moment to reply, "Forget it. As long as nobody’s fighting or making trouble. If he wants to eat it on his own, we have no right to stop him."
All around, the spectators murmured:
"Damn! This guy looks rich, but his tastes are disgusting."
"Yeah, what's with wanting to eat poop?"
Someone spoke seriously, "This is probably some psychological disorder. I learned about it in my elective course..."
Another person seemed to recognize him, "Hey! That looks like Li Fang! He’s a famous rich kid at our school. Quick, record it and upload it to the campus BBS—this’ll go viral!"
This Happy Melody KTV was right next to Jiangcheng University, so many students frequented it, and naturally some recognized Li Fang.
Click, click.
The sound of photos being snapped, videos being recorded...
Fu Yang was also dumbfounded, his desire for mystical arts only growing. Silently, he vowed that one day, he would become the strongest king in the supernatural world.
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof!
The pet dog, dissatisfied, barked at Li Fang. He kicked it aside.
"Get lost! Don’t block me from eating poop."
Then he used both hands to scoop up the yellow dog excrement and stuffed it into his mouth...

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Damn! He really ate it!
Everyone present was completely overwhelmed. Some began retching outright, the sound echoing through the crowd.
Others were thrilled, finding the spectacle bizarre and exhilarating!
"Well? Fun, isn’t it?" Ah Huang winked at Fu Yang.
"It’s brilliant. When someone with magic decides to mess with people, they really go all out."
Ah Huang grew serious: "The monks talk about karma, but in our Daoist sect, it’s about bearing consequences. Simply put, good and evil always get their due! Li Fang wanted to break our legs, harboring ill intent. I used Daoist arts to strike back, so that’s the consequence. The monks would say this ends that cycle of karma! No guilt between us, and it doesn’t count as using magic for evil. Otherwise, I’d be a wicked Daoist."
Fu Yang stared blankly, "I don’t really understand what you’re saying, but it sounds impressive..."
Li Fang, before everyone’s eyes, finished eating a large mound of dog feces with gusto.
My god! He ate it, he really ate it.
The moment he finished, the confusion in his eyes cleared instantly.
Realizing he was squatting, he stood up; a strange foul odor lingered on his hands and mouth.
"Huh? What happened? What was I just doing?"
Li Fang looked bewildered, turning to ask the nearest heavily made-up woman.
She screamed in terror, retreating frantically. "Don’t come near me, ah, don’t come near!"
He felt annoyed, but couldn’t vent at a woman, so he turned to his underlings. "What happened? Why are you all standing so far away from me?"
The loyal buzz-cut tough guy answered, face twisted in grief, "Boss... you just ate a huge pile of my girlfriend’s pet dog’s poop!"
Hahahaha.
The onlookers burst into raucous, shameless laughter once more.
Li Fang’s face went pale, then green, then finally bright red.
Wow!!!
He opened his mouth and, gripping the table, vomited loudly...
Chaos erupted all around.
Fu Yang quickly grabbed Ah Huang in one hand and Qin Mei in the other, squeezing out of the noisy, crowded scene.
Clearly, singing at the KTV was out of the question.
The three entered the elevator and left Wanda Plaza.
"Hahahaha! That felt amazing, so satisfying. Let’s see if that bastard dares to mess with us again, or dares to hit on the goddess."
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"Exactly! Using Daoist arts to punish such a villain—I feel no guilt at all."
Fu Yang and Ah Huang laughed shamelessly.
Qin Mei gave them a reproachful look and gently pushed Fu Yang. "Why are you so possessive? I’m single now; isn’t it normal to have suitors?"
Fu Yang grinned and boldly took Qin Mei’s hand. "Who says you’re single? Look, I risked my life to save you. Shouldn’t you repay me with your heart?"
Qin Mei was stunned for a moment, letting him hold her hand for two or three seconds. Then she pulled it away and smacked him on the head. "You little rascal, trying to take advantage of me. I never agreed to be your girlfriend."
Still buoyed by the lingering effects of alcohol, Fu Yang pressed on, "Then when will you?"
Qin Mei’s cheeks flushed, her gaze suddenly dreamy and uncertain. "We’ll talk about it later. Anyway, not now..."
She seemed unwilling to continue the topic and walked ahead by herself.
Fu Yang felt a bit disappointed—was this a failed confession? He failed to notice Qin Mei’s underlying message: "not now" meant perhaps there would be a chance in the future!
Ah Huang crept over mischievously, "Damn! You’re bold, so direct. But you really are fickle—at home you have a ghost queen wife, you flirt with the police squad’s beauty, and now you’re confessing to the goddess?"
Indeed!
Was he being too impulsive?
"But... I liked Qin Mei from the start. Shanshan came later, and yes, I do like her." Fu Yang thought to himself, suddenly feeling a bit conflicted.
Was he really that fickle?
He glared at Ah Huang. "Dong Weike? You really have heavy tastes—I wouldn’t dare have any thoughts about a female ghost."
"You don’t know, do you? My master says that a ghost queen, at that level, is hardly different from a living person! I don’t know the specifics, but it’s basically the same. You could do it, you know?"
"Do your sister! Pervert!"
"You’re the pervert, I don’t have a sister..."
The two bantered and joked as they followed Qin Mei toward the school.
The night passed uneventfully.
Early the next morning, Fu Yang was awakened by his phone.
When he answered, Zhao Shanshan’s excited voice came through: "Fu Yang, we have a new lead! You and Ah Huang come to the station quickly—we’re deploying a special squad."
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