Chapter 206: Hitman Brother Seeks Help Outside the Arena

Peng Tianhua followed Lin Dongfan's advice.

He dialed the police: "West City Branch? I'm Peng Tianhua from the Supreme Procuratorate. Someone's tailing me, wants to attack me. Yes, they've threatened my personal safety. I'm luring him to that stalled construction site in West City—go set up an ambush first, then we'll catch him in a jar. All right, see you soon."

After hanging up, Peng Tianhua told Xiao Zhao to first go around the vicinity twice, not rush to the stalled construction site, giving the police ample time to set up.

Not long after.

Peng Tianhua then muttered to heaven in vain, and heaven didn't even bother him.

The West City Branch sent five officers to lie in wait at the stalled construction site, the team leader being Jin Zhaofeng, an old comrade of former leader Kang Shaoxiong.

None of the above is the main point.

The point is, after the van arrived at the stalled construction site, the first person to get out of the van was actually his son.

A six-year-old brat, carrying a cartoon backpack.

As soon as he got out of the car, he ran over and shouted, "Dad, my mom is so unreliable—she said she'd pick me up after school but didn't. Can you get me a new mom?"

As for the problem of getting a new mom for this brat, Peng Tianhua only dares to think about it in his dreams.

He definitely wouldn't dare think about it now.

He also doesn't have the time to think about it.

The second person to get out of the van was Zhuzi, who today wore a spotless white sports outfit, his clean‑shaven face a stark contrast to his former look when he loafed around the communal courtyard.

Now he looks more like a muscular PE teacher.

Zhuzi immediately adopted a teacher's sternness upon exiting the van: "Zixuan's dad, I'm telling you parents, can't you pay a bit more attention to your own kids? All the other children have left school, and only your Zixuan is standing foolishly at the gate waiting for his parents. If he were kidnapped, who would bear the responsibility?"

What a fierce barrage of criticism.

"Sorry, sorry, mainly I've been swamped with work and missed this." Peng Tianhua flushed with embarrassment.

Zhuzi's scolding grew hotter: "You should tell the kid you're sorry. Just now I took him home, he said nobody was there, so I brought him to your office to find you. Seeing you drive off, we chased after you all the way—even though our wheels were smoking, we couldn't catch up. You were speeding, didn't you know? You're setting a bad example."

"This is my fault, I'm truly sorry, next time I'll definitely pay attention."

Peng Tianhua was dressed down like a little grandson—what's the point of talking back? He no longer even has the concept of retorting; he just wants this "teacher" to quickly withdraw his divine powers.

Jin Zhaofeng and the others from the West City Branch, seeing this scene, felt a million grass‑mud horses galloping in their hearts, each expression complex to the extreme.

After Teacher Zhuzi left,

Old Jin immediately fixed his indifferent gaze on Peng Tianhua: "Section Chief Peng, do you think that after Kang Shaoxiong went inside, I, Old Jin, am easy to bully?"

"Captain Jin, I really don't think that way, heaven and earth as my witness."

Peng Tianhua raised three fingers, maintaining his oath‑taking pose, but he didn't curse himself.

Old Jin said: "You didn't call 110, you dialed our branch directly and claimed to be Peng Tianhua of the Supreme Procuratorate—this title scared the little girl who answered the phone, isn't that guilty?"

"If you're going to say that, then the little girl at your branch needs to improve her psychological quality."

Peng Tianhua pushed up his glasses.

He spoke righteously to clear his name: "Our Anti‑Corruption Bureau is an internal organ of the Supreme Procuratorate. Saying I'm Peng Tianhua of the Supreme Procuratorate is really not a problem."

"You're fine, so does that mean I'm the one with the problem?"

Old Jin rarely rolls his eyes at people, unless he can't help it—like now.

After glaring at Peng Tianhua,

He lit another cigarette to ease his somewhat gloomy mood.

Peng Tianhua grinned: "Old Jin, speaking strictly, you're not at fault either. It's my wife who's at fault—forgot to pick up the kid from school, causing this big misunderstanding."

"Don't make excuses—it's you who's at fault."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're suspicious and paranoid, cowardly as a mouse, greedy for life and afraid of death, refusing to admit fault……"

"Enough!"

"Still not letting people speak the truth?"

Old Jin stared unblinkingly at Peng Tianhua, just like interrogating a criminal suspect.

Seeing Peng Tianhua glum and speechless,

Old Jin added: "Life is like a phone call—sooner or later you have to hang up. Why are you needlessly nervous? That great teacher helped you pick up your son, and just because you panicked, you almost got mistaken for a bandit and arrested……"

"Enough already—even if I'm wrong, it's not your place as squad leader to lecture me!" Peng Tianhua swallowed his resentment, turned with the child, and walked off.

Little did he know, the real danger had just begun to unfold.

Meanwhile…

Zhuzi drove the van to a secluded stretch of road.

He stopped, changed into a set of blue work clothes, put on a wig, stuck on a fake beard, and deliberately applied a simulated scar to his face.

Finally, he checked himself in the car mirror.

"Damn, I'm a genius!"

Facing the rough‑looking stranger in the mirror, Zhuzi broke into a proud smile.

He was not only pleased with his disguise skills, but also with today's slick move of racing to the school to pick up his kid—a perfect, flawless performance.

He felt Shen Bing was right.

No matter what you do, you must first prepare for the worst case, lest heaven throws unexpected storms and man encounters… whatever that "egg‑drop‑soup disaster" is.

The scallion floating on the egg‑drop soup, if not watched, can also choke a person.

"Looking like this now, I bet even Shen Bing wouldn't recognize me."

After confirming the wig, fake beard, and fake scar were firmly attached with no issues, Zhuzi got out of the car and swapped in another fake license plate.

From person to vehicle, a full overhaul—this is a essential skill for a professional cleaner.

Zhuzi never considered himself a killer.

He prefers the identity of a cleaner—Shen Bing's personal cleaner, this rootless existence exists solely to clean up after Shen Bing.

In the evening.

Zhuzi tailed Peng Tianhua's car and arrived at the Peaceful Life Nursing Home.

To facilitate movement, Zhuzi posed as an electrical maintenance worker, wearing blue overalls and swaggering in with a tool bag into the Peaceful Life Nursing Home.

His tool bag held only a hammer stained with four lives.

He walked a circuit around the inner courtyard.

Zhuzi didn't see Huang Suying herself, but he basically confirmed one thing: Huang Suying should be staying in Room 106 of the Peace of Mind Nursing Home, because Peng Tianhua and Xiao Zhao went into Room 106.

Moreover, two prosecutor officers were on guard at the door of Room 106.

"Excessive, the security is so tight, how am I supposed to smash melons?"

Zhuda had a cigarette in his mouth, squatted in the nursing home's toilet, venting his complaints; after venting, he pondered, wondering whether to take out those two prosecutor officers first—the difficulty seemed a bit high.

Or……

"Kidnap Peng Tianhua's son and force him to trade Huang Suying for him?"

"Not righteous!"

"Too unrighteous, this can't be done."

"Children are so lively and lovable, and they call me teacher; I'm also a person of quality, so how could I harm the nation's little suns……"

He thought and thought.

Zhuzi was overcome with another wave of sorrow:

"Damn it, there's nothing useful in my head, I have no ideas at all. If I'd known being a janitor also required knowledge, I should have studied more years back then. What the hell did I skip class for?"

"No solution."

Zhuzi had no choice but to call his childhood friend from home for help: "Tie Dan, I'll give you a high-school IQ question—dare to take the challenge?"

"You can't even recognize all the characters, and you think you can handle high-school questions? Don't mess around." Tie Dan is currently lying on a big pit in the Northeast, enjoying his wife's back-stepping service.

Zhuzi squatted in the toilet, chatting while defecating: "I just lack knowledge, not brains. Stop your nitpicking—just say whether you dare to take the challenge."

"Come on, being idle is being idle anyway—my IQ crushes yours with ease." Tie Dan replied.

Zhuzi asked: "A weasel wants to eat the chickens in the chicken coop, but there are two dogs guarding beside it. How can the weasel get the chickens without being bitten by the dogs?"

"Damn, this is called a high-school question? This is kindergarten stuff."

"No matter what grade level the question is, just say whether you can do it. Stop pretending to be a Northeastern tiger like a little kitten all day—I despise those overconfident beasts."

"Beast, listen up, I have two sets of solutions."

"Speak."

"First plan: the weasel can use a bone as bait to lure the dogs away. Second plan: the weasel can attack the puppies in the dogs' den to draw the dogs out to rescue them, then sneak in and eat the chickens. The first move is called 'Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain,' the second 'Sound the East to Strike the West'—haven't you heard of them? The Thirty-Six Stratagems."

"Congratulations on getting it right—I'll wipe my ass first."

At that moment, Zhuzi felt as if his head had been enlightened, a confident smile spreading across his face.

He thought that seeking outside help still had to be Tie Dan—people who'd studied a few more years were just different, with all sorts of schemes and tricks; they deserved to be fired by the big bosses in the city.