Shi Jun was absolutely fuming. “How dare he covet what is mine!” he snarled. “He must be tired of living. Do you think I should hire someone to spray crap right in front of his door?”
[CRAP?!!!]
007 gasped in sheer terror.
[You literally cannot go three sentences without mentioning poop anymore! Ahhhhhhh!!!]
Glitching strings of chaotic code flickered across 007’s system screen. Clearly, its processor could not handle the situation unfolding before it. Its host, Shi Jun, had developed such an intense, emotional obsession with fecal matter that it completely defied the system’s logical programming. Something had to be terribly wrong.
Could he have read too many trashy web novels? 007 wondered.
Shi Jun kept his eyes glued to the system screen, his voice dripping with icy resolve. “You wouldn’t understand. Since he dared to cross me, he has to face the consequences.”
[No… Host, even if you can’t eat crap for dinner, you can’t just throw it around either! Are you seriously using feces as a tactical weapon now?!]
[You don’t get it. I need to vent. If I don’t let off some steam, my liver is going to fail, and I’ll literally die.]
[…]
007 seriously wanted to ask who its host actually was. Was this really the Shi Jun it knew?
[What are you planning to do?] 007’s electronic voice carried a distinct tremor of anxiety.
A sly, wicked grin tugged at the corners of Shi Jun’s mouth, his eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “Hehe. Take a guess.”
He honestly could not wait to see the look of absolute, pale-faced horror on Shi Yue’s face.
[Host, you are savage.] The system’s robotic voice shook.
Just then, Sheng Baiye pushed the door open, catching the brilliant, gleaming spark in Shi Jun’s wide eyes.
“Hubby,” Shi Jun chirped. “I need some manpower. Oh, and five septic trucks.”
Sheng Baiye froze mid-step. His cheek twitched unnaturally as he asked in utter disbelief, “Septic trucks?”
“What exactly are you planning to do?” His voice was a mix of confusion and deep apprehension.
The corners of Shi Jun’s mouth slowly curled up into a devious, scheming smile. “Giving him an unforgettable lesson, of course. To make sure he has an exquisite time.”
Sheng Baiye stared at him, a flicker of amusement crossing his eyes. “You aren’t planning to hide inside a septic truck to escape, are you?”
Shi Jun glared back at him, huffing in mock offense. “How can you think of me like that? Do I look like that kind of person?”
“I just want a certain someone to experience what it feels like to be showered in absolute filth,” Shi Jun replied, a touch of cold satisfaction in his tone.
“Huh?!” Sheng Baiye was practically speechless.
Shi Jun arched an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled by Sheng Baiye’s shock. “Is there a problem?”
Sheng Baiye rubbed his temples with a weary sigh. “Fine. If you insist on doing this, I won’t stop you. But you are not going there in person.”
Shi Jun mumbled a few complaints under his breath but ultimately relented. “Fine, fine. But you at least have to let me watch the live feed of the scene.”
[Crazy. This is insane. He’s actually not stopping you, and he didn’t even ask who you’re targeting! Everyone has lost their minds. This entire world is thoroughly unhinged!]
007 kept muttering a barrage of electronic complaints inside Shi Jun’s mind, utterly unable to process this absurd reality.
With Sheng Baiye’s coordination, an unusual convoy of five septic trucks formed and rumbled grandly toward Shi Yue’s villa.
Upon reaching their destination, the trucks surrounded the villa, creating an ominous and highly unsettling spectacle. The surrounding air began to carry an unsavory draft, foreshadowing the chaotic storm about to unleash.
Outside Shi Yue’s villa, the roaring engines of the septic trucks shattered the peaceful neighborhood.
Neighbors poked their heads out of their windows, staring in bewilderment at the highly bizarre scene.
A few security guards anxiously stepped out of the villa, trying to figure out what was going on.
With a sudden command, the rear valves of the septic trucks slammed open. Immense pressure blasted the contents high into the air, creating massive, foul-smelling geysers.
A torrential downpour of liquid manure rained down on the villa’s roof and windows. The putrid stench spread instantly, choking anyone within a mile radius.
The security guards inside panicked, scrambling to shut the windows, but it was already far too late.
Shi Yue’s figure appeared on the second-floor balcony, his face a perfect mask of shock and unbridled fury.
Staring at his luxurious villa being utterly desecrated by this sudden, horrific “baptism,” his voice trembled violently as he shrieked, “What on earth do you think you are doing?!”