In the filthy and smelly toilet stall, Wu Yaozu, whose lower body was writhing in pain, opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing the filth in front of him, he immediately vomited and cried out, "Boss, spare me! I'll cooperate! Don't do this to me!"
A strong, powerful hand lifted him up by the hair: "Wu sir, did it feel good when you killed your colleagues?"
Wu Yaozu was taken aback, because he thought that Song Yuanchao would be the one interrogating him, but he didn't expect it to be Chen Rou.
Although she had kicked his manhood several times until it was numb, when a man is intimidated by a woman, his instinct is to resist and fight back. Chen Rou was pulling his head and pressing it against the dirty toilet, so she was bent over. A woman's breasts, like a man's groin, are obvious weaknesses.
Thinking of this, Wu Yaozu grinned and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please spare me..."
He was halfway through his sentence when, risking being ripped bald by Chen Rou, he raised his head and tried to bump his head against her chest.
Just as he raised his head, Chen Rou let go of his hand. He thought he was about to succeed and kill her.
Suddenly, a foot stepped on his neck and another on his back, and Chen Rou was already in mid-air.
Chen Rou stomped Wu Yaozu's head into the toilet, then flushed it, the water gushing out: "Does the hell want to die?"
The filthy toilet, combined with the cement that suddenly flooded his nasal cavity, caused Wu Yaozu to suffocate instantly.
...
Song Yuanchao came from a poor background and cherished food. While keeping watch over the toilet, he was rinsing the dirty little green vegetables.
Hearing footsteps outside, he went out and said to a man with a large, tattooed arm who was unzipping his pants as he was about to use the restroom, "Sir, the restroom on the first floor is clogged and we're repairing it. Please go up to the second floor."
"It's just a public toilet, it gets clogged every day." The man with the big tattoo said as he rushed inside.
"Dirty water is everywhere, Mr. Dirty, where are your feet?" Song Yuanchao pushed him: "Go upstairs."
Foreign monks are not good at reciting local scriptures, and in Hong Kong, dirty and messy toilets are the norm. Song Yuanchao tried to pry open the shoulder of the big-tattooed man, who immediately exposed his penis: "Dirty feet are nothing, I need to pee, if you dare to stop me again I'll pee on you!"
While Song Yuanchao was still in a daze, the heavily tattooed man had already entered the room.
But as soon as he entered, the man with the large tattoo on his arm exclaimed, "Damn it, how did you get that shit up there?"
Just then, Wu Yaozu, covered in filth and shivering, crawled out of the cubicle and stuck his head under the tap. The man with the big tattoo on his arm was shocked when he saw him, and he grabbed his penis and fled in panic.
Seeing a bag of cleaning detergent on the windowsill, Chen Rou calmly sprinkled it on Wu Yaozu's head and said, "I'm just asking you a few questions. Why won't you cooperate? Your mother is still sick. Do you want to die before her?"
Wu Yaozu rubbed his head full of foam, but at least his crotch didn't hurt so much anymore. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around, still searching for Chen Rou's breasts, but just then a handful of laundry detergent was splashed over and directly into his eyes.
Laundry detergent is hot and will turn into fire when it comes into contact with water. If it gets in your eyes, it will cause both pain and burning.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, have mercy, it hurts so much!" Wu Yaozu knelt on the ground, covering his eyes and screaming.
Song Yuanchao stood at the door and took the time to give Chen Rou a thumbs up.
Regarding the Great Memory Restoration Technique, the most important thing is not how much pain the opponent feels, but rather the overwhelming and absolute power to retaliate with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, destroying all the opponent's imagined counterattacks.
That's what Chen Rou is doing now.
Before this moment, Wu Yaozu had never imagined that he would be followed.
But now he's not just being followed, he's being rubbed, being pressed down and rubbed in the toilet.
Does he still dare to resist?
What a joke! Although he didn't know how Chen Rou would deal with him, he had experienced it three times in a row and knew all too well that each time she disciplined him, it would cause him unbearable pain!
...
Half an hour later, a soaking wet and exhausted Wu Yaozu entered the house carrying groceries: "Mom?"
Behind the narrow living room is the bedroom. It's a small house typical of Hong Kong, and it's kept very clean.
A woman's voice came from the bedroom: "Ah Zu, you finished work a little late today."
Wu Yaozu brought egg tarts into the bedroom and said, "Mom, are you hungry? Have a few egg tarts first, and I'll cook some dishes for you."
His eyes were fixed on the window. Although it was the fifth floor, the outside was like a pigeon coop with layer upon layer of buildings. He could easily run away if he wanted to. But just as he rolled his eyes, Chen Rou came in: "Hello, Grandma."
The woman looked up into the void: "Ah Zu, you brought a girl home, why didn't you say so sooner?"
It seems she not only has kidney problems, but is also blind.
Chen Rou said, "Grandma, I'm Grandma's colleague. Please have your egg tarts first, and I'll talk to Grandma about something."
“I have egg tarts, that’s fine. You guys go and talk. Ah Zu, go cook for this lady and let her try your cooking.” The woman then said to Chen Rou, “My Ah Yao is such a good boy. He can cook, loves cleaning, and is a good man.”
Wu Yaozu silently closed the bedroom door, locking his mother inside.
The kitchen is on the balcony, and the telephone line is exposed, passing right next to the kitchen door.
He was about to go into the kitchen when Song Yuanchao stood at the doorway. He cut the telephone line with a pair of scissors, removed the battery from his mobile phone, and even put the pager hanging on the wall into his pocket. Then he stood there with his arms crossed.
Once inside the kitchen, he mechanically pulled out the rice cooker, rinsing the rice as he asked, "What do you want to know?"
Chen Rou took a bowl, put the fish maw in to soak, took out some greens to pick, and asked, "How long have you been making dirty gloves for Inspector Yu? What's your reward? Free dialysis for your mother, or a house for you?"
Wu Yaozu took half a chicken out of the refrigerator and put it into a clay pot. He then added fish maw, water to cover the chicken, and a few pieces of five-flowered peach. He turned on the stove and said, "Yes, I once murdered a colleague with malicious intent. You can call the police or kill me on the spot. I know your Nie family is rich and can settle everything. Miss Chen, you can do it after I finish cooking this meal. I'm already prepared to pay with my life. It doesn't matter!"
Song Yuanchao was speechless.
He thought this person had been subdued by Chen Rou, but not only that, he was turned into a warrior.
Is he going to take the blame for that trash Yu Zhengrong and bravely sacrifice himself?
This is Wu Yaozu's home. He also has a sick mother. It's not appropriate to do anything in front of his mother. Song Yuanchao was considering whether to drag Wu Yaozu into the public toilet and beat him up again, to subdue him completely in one go.
Song Yuanchao rubbed his hands together, gave Chen Rou a wink, and prepared to grab the person.
But Chen Rou stopped him with her eyes, turned around and went to the door of Wu's mother's bedroom. She gently pushed open the bedroom door, looked into the room silently for a moment, and then closed the door and returned to the kitchen. The chicken soup and rice on the stove were already boiling, and both pots were bubbling. Wu Yaozu was burying his head and silently wiping the stove.
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