Chapter 65: Whose Fault Is It?

The group at that table stood up, clutching their bottles in hand. Coincidentally, they were the ones who had been searching for Hao Handsome without success. One of the younger men shouted, "You bastard, what are you doing?" At that moment, Prince Xuan raised his hand, and it happened to brush past the leader's head as he moved. The leader, bewildered, pointed at Prince Xuan, "What just flew over my head?" Another young man rubbed the leader's face and said, "Boss, is your head alright?" Around the corner, Hao Handsome stuck out his head, panting and gasping for breath. He simply couldn't keep up; these people had inhuman stamina. Just then, the chubby fellow spotted Hao Handsome and excitedly pointed in his direction. "Hey, boss, look, it's that kid again." The leader turned his head in confusion, "Who? Ah, when all seems lost, a new path emerges." Hao Handsome saw them, and without hesitation, spun around and bolted. He was so fast that even rabbits would be left behind. The leader reacted immediately and led the charge after him. "Why are you all standing around? After him!" Prince Xuan pursued the suspect—no, the suspected demon—into a plaza. A bunch of elderly women were dancing to "Little Apple," swaying in unison to the rhythm. The suspected demon could run no further and stood there, gasping for breath. Prince Xuan approached, raising his Remington.

"Behave yourself," Prince Xuan said. "Li Three Fat, you are suspected of causing the gas explosion incident and endangering public safety. You must come with me immediately." Li Three Fat protested, "It was Wang Zhaodi who did it, what does it have to do with me? Go arrest her!" Prince Xuan replied, "But you were the one who released the gas. It doesn't matter if you deny it—the evidence is right there. You're just hoping to get away with it." Li Three Fat lowered his head. "I did it all for her sake." Prince Xuan sneered, "For her sake? Are you kidding?" Five years ago, on the grassy fields of their hometown, Wang Zhaodi and Li Three Fat sat close together, looking utterly happy. "Fat Brother," Wang Zhaodi said, "when I get to the city, I'm going to make lots of money. Then we'll open a chicken farm together—sell one, eat one, set one free." Li Three Fat replied, "Zhaodi, you're leaving just like that. What if I miss you?" Wang Zhaodi teased, "Look at you, so hopeless." Without a word, Li Three Fat quietly played with his tail, making Wang Zhaodi laugh. "I'll leave you a bag of farts," she said. "If you miss me, just take a whiff—it'll be like I'm always by your side. How about that?" Li Three Fat, shamelessly, pulled out a huge bucket. "Then you’d better leave plenty. I’ll miss you every day."

What followed was an unforgettable, earth-shaking scene—please imagine it for yourself. Ever since Wang Zhaodi left, Li Three Fat messaged her every day, always hugging that bucket. "Zhaodi, how could you just disappear like that..." "Zhaodi, do you miss me? I sure miss you." "I miss you so much, I’m almost bald..." "I heard the chickens in the city don’t taste good. Are you getting used to them?" "Have you earned enough for the chicken farm yet?" Spring turned to autumn, flowers bloomed and withered. Through it all, Li Three Fat clung to that bucket, waiting. Everyone said she would never return, but he refused to believe it. "Zhaodi, where are you?? Why won’t you reply to my messages???"