My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 427: What bad thing did 427 do?

Chapter 427: What bad thing did 427 do?

Gu Yingzhou was a retired soldier who had seen battlefields and had always had a strong dislike for Japanese nationals.

That he never instantly drew his wooden gun was the result of extreme restraint.

Seeing these people so arrogant, his expression had already turned utterly cold.

Lin Tang noticed and quietly took hold of Gu Yingzhou’s hand.

She waved at him, signaling him to lower his head.

The coldness in Gu Yingzhou’s eyes gradually faded, and he obediently bent down.

Lin Tang’s eyes twinkled slyly, a hint of mischief flashing through them.

She glanced at Yamamoto and his group as if watching a good play unfolding.

She whispered in a low voice, "Don’t be angry, just watch, they won’t be happy for much longer."

Gu Yingzhou was somewhat confused.

His eyes asked her what she meant by that.

Lin Tang blinked her eyes and looked towards Yamamoto and his group.

Seeing this, Gu Yingzhou also shifted his gaze in that direction.

Yamamoto was laughing heartily when suddenly his stomach made a thunderous noise.

At the same time, a wave of intense pain washed over him.

His face turned pale, and his laughter abruptly stopped.

Everyone then heard a ’pfft’ sound—

Centered around Yamamoto Ryuuko, a pungent odor comparable to a chemical bomb suddenly spread in all directions.

Behind Yamamoto, something murky and unspeakable began to appear at the location of his bottom.

It was so noxious it made people dizzy and swollen-headed.

The previously aloof Japanese nationals with their heads held high turned shades of green and purple, looking completely dumbfounded.

The arrogant Japanese nationals lost all face, and those who had been inexplicably targeted suddenly burst into laughter.

"Pfft..."

Once someone laughed out loud, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

"Hahaha..." Everyone began to laugh.

Not even the scalp-tingling stench could dampen people’s good mood.

Yamamoto’s face turned ashen with anger; he spouted a curse, his face red with shame as he pushed through the crowd and fled.

He didn’t show up again for the next few days.

Latter on, it was heard that he suffered unbearable stomach pain, went to the hospital for a check-up, and even the hospital director couldn’t find the issue.

In just one day he developed an anal fissure, as if his intestines were about to come out with his bowel movements.

Unable to endure it, he took his people and went back to Japan.

But that is a story for another time, let’s not dwell on it now.

The ’nuclear bomb’ Yamamoto left behind had a massive impact.

Once he left, nobody could stay in the venue any longer, and everyone left the meeting.

The staff, holding their noses, opened the doors and windows, hoping to dissipate the smell more quickly.

Lin Tang, seeing that the effects of her intervention were too strong, touched her nose in embarrassment.

She took out a small bottle from her bag.

She poured it casually in a corner.

It was an air purifying liquid she had made in her spare time; it would slowly purify the air, dispel the odor, and also make the venue cooler.

Gu Yingzhou watched Lin Tang finish her work.

He cautiously looked around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he quickly pulled the young girl out of the meeting hall.

When they reached a deserted area—

Gu Yingzhou looked down at the young girl and asked, "What mischief did you pull off?"

Lin Tang coughed, "Nothing much, just slipped them a bit of a drug."

It was just a tiny bit of a drug that made one’s flatulence and bowel movements as uncontrollable as a broken faucet.

Who let that Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s mouth be so foul.

He deserved it!

Gu Yingzhou, thinking about that person’s miserable state, suddenly found it hard to take Tangtang’s ’nothing much’ at face value.

This was ’nothing much’?!

For prideful Japanese nationals, being publicly humiliated by smelling like sprayed manure was probably worse than wanting to commit seppuku.

But he had to admit, she had done a brilliant job.

He wanted to praise the young girl, but fearing she would lose all sense of proportion and put herself in danger, Gu Yingzhou refrained from making further comment.

He ruffled Lin Tang’s hair, "... Just be careful with the extent of your actions in the future."

While he didn’t outright praise her, his silence was more potent than words.

In Lin Tang’s heart, ’be careful with the extent’ equaled ’keep up the good work.’

"Yes, yes, I will," she nodded earnestly.

When you see injustice on the road, roar out loud.

Gu Yingzhou dropped Lin Tang off at the Guest House entrance and turned around to head to the photo studio for their picture.

He was also looking forward to the picture with the little girl.

Lin Tang stepped into the Guest House, feeling that something was off.

Upon scanning the area, she realized that Sister Guo, the front desk clerk, was unexpectedly absent.

She frowned slightly.

Then she thought maybe Sister Guo had gone to the restroom and didn’t give it another thought.

Walking through the corridor, her footsteps echoed crisply.

Lin Tang took out her key, opened the door, and went in.

Just after closing the door and turning on the light.

She turned around.

Suddenly, something hard and icy cold pressed against the top of her head.

"Don’t move!" a cold male voice suddenly erupted.

This unexpected voice gave Lin Tang a start.

At this moment, the scene within the room came into her view.

On the floor by the bed, Qin Suqing lay in a pool of blood, her condition between life and death unclear.

Unexpectedly, Sister Guo was there too.

She was awake.

But she was tied to a chair with rope, a torn rag stuffed in her mouth.

The rag made her mouth bulge, and her lips seemed to have split from the pressure.

Teary-eyed Sister Guo, upon seeing Lin Tang, tried to shout something inarticulately.

Not a word came out clearly.

Feeling the icy object on her forehead, Lin Tang wisely dropped what was in her hands and raised them.

With a terrified look, she trembled, "I—I won’t move, don’t get excited."

As she spoke, she took the chance to scan her captor with the corner of her eye.

It was a plain-looking middle-aged man who would blend unnoticed into a crowd.

The man, seeing Lin Tang’s delicate, frail appearance, couldn’t help but let his guard down slightly.

But his inherently cautious nature still led him to tie up Lin Tang.

The man was strong; he pulled Lin Tang’s right arm with such a force that it popped out of socket.

Her arm twisted behind her back, Lin Tang let out a cry of pain.

Her expression conveyed both fear and injustice.

She seemed harmless, utterly unthreatening, like a pitiful sight.

Seeing her weak appearance, the criminal sneered.

After scanning the room but not finding a suitable cloth, he didn’t stuff her mouth.

He simply patted the pistol as a stark threat.

His voice was cold and stern as he warned,

"Stay put, keep quiet, and don’t try any funny moves, or else don’t blame my gun for being blind."

He appeared to speak rarely, his voice rough and chillingly cold.

Sweat beaded on Lin Tang’s forehead from pain.

Feigning timidity, she whispered softly, "I—I understand."

Her eyes downcast, a fierce light flickered in them.

She crouched obediently and sidled over to Qin Suqing.

The thug had a gun, and with both his strength and motives unclear, she wasn’t foolish enough to act rashly.

She had to survive first!

This man couldn’t possibly keep them locked up forever.

After all, Sister Guo, who should have been on duty, was in the room.

If she and Qingqing didn’t go down for dinner later, Old Yang and the others wouldn’t just wait around.

The only thing that worried her was the man’s motive—what was it?

If he wanted something, it would be alright; he wouldn’t easily harm someone’s life.

But if he was reckless, they were in danger.

Various thoughts exploded in Lin Tang’s mind, all within a few short seconds.

The pressing matter was the bloodied Qingqing.

Lin Tang looked at Sister Guo, who was bound up like a Glutinous Rice Dumpling and trembling.

Her eyes then swept to the gloomy-faced criminal smoking a cigarette.

Carefully, she nudged Qin Suqing with her body and whispered, "Qingqing?"

She called several times, but there was no response at all.