Chapter 366: Twin-Headed Infant Returns

Chen Mo over there had already taken off his police uniform, changed into a pure white casual outfit, with a small casual bag slung over his shoulder, walked out of the police station; looking at this appearance, he should be off work and preparing to go home.

The two of us tailed her all the way, so as not to let her notice we were following her, I and Pangzi deliberately kept our distance.

At that moment, Chen Mo stopped at the intersection of the small street, while we were wondering, she headed straight to a nearby stinky tofu stall, bought two large skewers of stinky tofu, and began eating them with delight.

This girl… her taste is truly unique! They say men fear durian, women fear stinky tofu, yet she does the opposite!

Gurgle… Pangzi rubbed his flat belly, staring at the two skewers of stinky tofu in Chen Mo's hand, couldn't help swallowing saliva.

"I'm so hungry!" Pangzi swallowed saliva, eyes shining as he stared at the stinky tofu stall ahead.

I shoved him: "Sigh, can you be a bit more promising? We're here to tail someone!"

Pangzi pouted, rubbing his belly in a wronged tone: "Even when tailing someone, you still have to look after your five viscera temples!"

"Damn, you still have the nerve to say that? If it weren't for you stubbornly insisting on following this Chen Mo, I'd be out getting a late-night snack at this hour, not wasting time here." I complained.

"Isn't this also doing a good deed daily, helping those in trouble eliminate disasters and solve problems? This is merit, especially for someone like you who has the five flaws and three deficiencies—it's boundless merit. Merit can change fate, good deeds can resolve disasters, saving a life beats building a seven-story pagoda…"

Pangzi clasped his hands together, tirelessly teaching me; if it weren't for his reminder that he's too fat, I would have no hesitation suspecting he's damn the reincarnation of Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West.

"And yet… the girls all ran off!" At the moment Pangzi was drooling profusely, Chen Mo had already finished the tofu, turned and slipped into a small alley.

"Damn, it's all your fault, wasting saliva here, hurry up and catch up." An ostensibly righteous Daoist adept instantly turned into a foul-mouthed hooligan, and this hooligan was moreover utterly shameless, pushing the responsibility that should have been his onto me.

I… damn it, who the hell was spraying saliva just now.

After cursing twice in my heart, I followed behind him.

When we turned into that pitch-black little alley, we suddenly noticed the surroundings looked familiar; upon a closer look, wasn't this the very alley where we earlier discovered the female corpse?

But as we entered the alley, Chen Mo had already vanished; the whole alley, aside from me and Pangzi, was empty.

"How could we have lost her?" Pangzi muttered softly: "With her tiny frame, how could she escape my 24k pure titanium gold eyes?"

I, standing nearby, couldn't help but roll my eyes at that; damn it, those 24k pure titanium gold eyes? I'd say it's more like blind, golden, old-fashioned eyes.

I had thought his narcissism would end here, but no sooner had he finished admiring himself than his lecherousness popped out again.

"Hai Sheng, go check if there's a female restroom nearby."

I… what do you need a female restroom for!?

"Just think about it, in the blink of an eye after turning into the alley, there was no sign of anyone. Surely after eating that spicy hot pot, his stomach felt bad and he ran off to the toilet," Pangzi said very seriously: "Not to mention a women's restroom, even a mountain of knives and a sea of fire couldn't stop our heart set on saving the blossoming maiden."

Hehe… At the end, Pangzi raised his eyebrows, extremely lewdly rubbing his hands together.

"You dead fatso, would you die if you weren't lecherous?" I suppressed the rising anger inside me, forcing down the urge to beat him up.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath! After inhaling a few breaths with hands moving from top to bottom, I calmly said to him: "Since we didn't find anything, let's head back."

"Don't… just go back like that, don't you think we're lacking patience? How can we, one a direct disciple of the Splendid Light sect, the other an intimate disciple of the Dark Mountain sect, be defeated by such a minor setback?"

"Then what do you want, really make me accompany you to look for a women's restroom?" The anger I had just suppressed flared up again.

"No need to look, I'm here!" At that moment, a clear voice rang out in the alley; Chen Mo's figure emerged from the corner. She crossed her arms, leaned against the nearby wall, and looked at us with a look of contempt.

"With your pathetic little tricks, you can't even tail a dog, yet you dare to follow this young lady!" Chen Mo narrowed her eyes, lifted her head, and exhaled through her nose.

"Miss, how can you say that? Although we've just met by chance, you don't need to compare yourself to a dog! Do your parents know you're belittling yourself like this? They'd surely be heartbroken; even if they weren't, I'd feel heartbroken knowing it. A fine young blossoming beauty, how could you suddenly turn into a filthy stray dog by the roadside?" Pangzi clutched his chest in great pain, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo full of anguish, as if lamenting why she doesn't cherish herself.

"Pangzi, are you going to keep talking about that hairless dog, or the hairless one?" I'm always a happy finisher, ruthlessly striking another blow to the enemy's heart.

"You two, that's enough! You dead fatso, first you took advantage of me, now you're insulting me—I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you, and I'll even drop the Chen surname!" On that side, Chen Mo's forehead veins bulged, her pretty face turned deathly pale.

But… why does this insult sound so familiar? Oh right, this is the prelude to me beating him up after Pangzi pissed me off.

"You dead fatso, hand over your life, Miss!" Chen Mo, without another word, clenched her fists and charged forward.

"Damn, dead Hai Sheng, can your mouth be any more vicious?!" After complaining at me twice, Pangzi could only grit his teeth and meet the challenge.

I leaned against the moss-covered wall, picking my nostrils, looking down on Wang Da Pang. "Vicious… huh, little brother, I seem to have always been pandering to you."

In the blink of an eye, the two were already locked in combat. Needless to say, this female officer Chen Mo indeed has some skills; fighting against Pangzi, a hulk several times her size, she didn't fall behind at all.

She used the arresting grappling technique commonly employed by the police, focusing on the head, elbows, knees, ankles, fingers… and other important joints; this technique originated from Shaolin's minor grappling hand, yet differs from Shaolin's minor grappling, because it was developed in actual combat practice, making it simpler and more fierce.

But she's not bad, and Pangzi isn't a pushover either; when she fought with open palms, she truly wasn't a match for Pangzi.

Even if she exerted all her techniques, Pangzi remained unmoving like a mountain, facing the enemy nonchalantly.

The reason is simple: due to his physique, Pangzi's martial arts are all hard styles, with his tendons, bones, and joint positions having been tempered. Unless it's Taiji, which emphasizes softness overcoming hardness, or the Arhat Seven Injuries, a hard style that meets force with force, otherwise any flashy technique would have little effect on him.

When Chen Mo and Pangzi sparred, it was like an egg hitting a stone—the opponent wasn't hurt, but her own hands ached terribly. Seeing that she had exhausted all her moves while Pangzi remained unmoving like a small mountain, Chen Mo grew anxious as well, and she threw a side punch, smashing her elbow joint hard into Pangzi's neck, then immediately withdrew and launched a fierce straight kick at his abdomen.

But… this time she truly made a mistake.

At the exact moment her kick struck Pangzi's belly, Wang Da Pang's gleeful expression shifted; instantly, like a devout Buddhist, he clasped his hands, slightly lowered his knees, and settled into a firm horse stance.

With a booming roar, after the huge impact, Chen Mo flew backward like a broken kite. Meanwhile Pangzi still maintained the posture of head bowed, hands clasped, knees lowered.

This is indeed one of the techniques of internal martial arts… the Maitreya Belly (Cotton Belly). At the moment of impact, it instantly erupts with stored power, then combines with the incoming force to rebound it back; he and Iron Back Mountain alike are extremely hidden arts of ancient martial arts.

Nevertheless, I still underestimated Chen Mo's ability; at the moment she was bounced away, she actually used force against force, lightly tapping the wall twice with her feet like a swallow, then flipped and landed again.

After landing, Chen Mo still hadn't dissipated that force, her face deathly pale as she retreated a few steps.

Yet, as the victor Pangzi showed no joy, his pupils dilated, his face filled with terror as he stared ahead; following his gaze, I too froze in place.

Behind Chen Mo, about two meters above in the air, appeared a sinister greenish phantom. Two large heads, spewing bright red snake tongues, the eyes with snake pupils slightly narrowed; it gazed down at Chen Mo below, the corners of its mouth curling into a half‑moon arc, revealing a grim, hunter‑like grin as it eyed its prey.