Chapter 228: Zhuzi Shot

Teaching DouDou homework, Zhuzi was earnest.

He always felt he was suffering from lack of education; if he had studied a few more years when young, perhaps he would already be living a life above others.

Seeing DouDou biting the pencil, it was like seeing his own stupid childhood.

Hammering Liu Wei's head with a sledgehammer, Zhuzi was also earnest.

In the adult world, it's either you hammer me or I hammer you; if you don't want to get hammered and die, you must act decisively—hammer first as a sign of respect!

Bang!

Although he swung the hammer with his left hand, Zhuzi still managed to summon a fierce force.

One hammer strike down.

Liu Wei's head shrank back, letting out an instinctive "Oh-woo" sound; even without looking, one knew he was lucky to be wearing a qualified safety helmet, otherwise his head would surely be split open.

Are you letting go or not! Let go or not!

Zhuzi hammered Liu Wei's head repeatedly, each strike filled with a fierce force.

Please refer to whack-a-mole.

At this moment, Liu Wei, with each hammer blow, shrank his head.

But Liu Wei kept gripping Zhuzi's right hand, refusing to let go: "Damn it, I won't let go; if you're able, smash my safety helmet to pieces!"

Damn!

Zhuzi then realized hammering the safety helmet was useless, so he switched to hammering Liu Wei's hand back, striking hard several times, convinced he wouldn't be able to hold on.

Oh-woo!

Liu Wei took a hammer blow to the back of his hand, gritted his teeth and still didn't let go.

Just as Zhuzi's second hammer was about to fall, Xie Xiaofeng, who had infiltrated the room, arrived and, using professional special forces combat grappling technique, subdued Zhuzi in three seconds.

Damn! How did you get in?

Grew out of the ground!

Xie Xiaofeng pressed Zhuzi firmly face-down onto the ground.

Zhuzi, whose right cheek was pressed to the ground, stopped struggling when he couldn't move; a few days earlier, while stalking Chu Lingxi, he had already seen Xie Xiaofeng.

Knowing the opponent had some skill, he realized struggling would only cause more pain under his grip.

Seeing DouDou turn his head to watch.

Zhuzi had a brainwave: "DouDou, this bad guy wants to kidnap you; Teacher can't beat him. Quickly take my gun from my bag and shoot him!"

Oh.

A gun—this is the dream of so many children.

Upon hearing there was a gun in the bag, DouDou immediately tossed aside his pencil and rushed to rummage through Zhuzi's fake briefcase.

When DouDou took the gun out of the bag.

Xie Xiaofeng broke out in a cold sweat: "DouDou, quickly put the gun down—it's not a toy! Put it down, I'm not a bad person; your mother sent me to rescue you, this guy is the bad one..."

You hit my teacher and still claim you're not a bad person—I'll beat you to death!

DouDou couldn't hold the gun steady with one hand, so he grabbed it with both, narrowed one eye, aimed the barrel at Xie Xiaofeng's head, and pulled the trigger hard.

Xie Xiaofeng was so frightened he nearly wet his pants.

Fortunately, DouDou didn't know how to disengage the safety, so no bullet was fired.

This is an M1911 pistol; its safety is inside the grip, and to fire, the web of the hand must press firmly against the grip, otherwise the trigger cannot be pulled.

DouDou's hands are small, so his grip on the gun is incorrect.

But there's no guarantee that, in DouDou's random fiddling, he won't accidentally hit something like a blind cat finding a dead mouse.

While DouDou was still confused, Xie Xiaofeng hastily bound Zhuzi's hands behind his back; only after securing Zhuzi could he free a hand to confiscate the deadly weapon in DouDou's grasp.

Zhuzi still had his right cheek pressed to the ground.

He shouted at DouDou: "DouDou, that's not how to hold a gun; your thumb needs to press the rear curve of the grip."

Oh.

In the realm of playing with guns, DouDou has talent; he grasps things after being taught once.

DouDou once again aimed the gun at Xie Xiaofeng.

Seeing DouDou's both thumbs pressing the safety, Xie Xiaofeng's eyes bulged in shock: "DouDou, quickly put the gun down..."

Before he could finish, Xie Xiaofeng decisively prioritized saving his own life.

He rolled forward once.

Almost at the same moment, a loud "Bang!" rang out; only Zhuzi's anguished "Oh-woo" was heard. Xie Xiaofeng dodged, and the bullet struck Zhuzi's buttocks.

In pain, Zhuzi grimaced: "DouDou, you... shot the wrong person..."

Teacher Wang, sorry, I didn't mean to.

DouDou aimed the gun at Xie Xiaofeng again.

This time, Xie Xiaofeng didn't give DouDou another chance to fire; he lunged forward, embracing DouDou with his left hand and seizing the gun with his right, all motions flowing seamlessly.

Bad guy, let me go!

DouDou struggled desperately; unable to break free, he bit down on Xie Xiaofeng's arm.

He exerted all the strength he had from nursing.

This made Xie Xiaofeng painfully stare, bewildered at how nowadays kids can be so reckless; even if they're fearless, they still can't tell friend from foe.

Zhuzi, lying face-down on the ground, also collapsed; DouDou being captured meant Zhuzi himself was arrested.

His hands were bound behind his back.

His buttock muscles ached with tremors; not knowing how much blood he'd lost, Zhuzi only felt his life ebbing away, his body growing cold.

Hey brother, shouldn't you call 120 for me? Zhuzi called out in pain.

Xie Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly, paying no attention to Zhuzi.

He held DouDou in his left hand, opened the door with his right, and let Lin Dongfan and the others outside come in.

Lin Dongfan and the others had already heard the gunshots outside just now; upon entering the house they saw Zhuzi shot in the buttocks, lying on the ground groaning in pain, and were not surprised.

They had already dialed 120; as soon as the gunshot sounded, they called 120.

Lin Dongfan asked Zhuzi: "Doesn't Wang Jing's household still have a female nanny? Did you kill her?"

"Bullshit, I'm a person of quality and principles; I never kill for no reason!" Zhuzi, gritting his teeth against the pain, said: "Hurry up and call 120—I'm about to bleed out…"

"120 will be here shortly."

Lin Dongfan looked around the room and didn't see the female nanny.

He again asked Zhuzi: "Where did you put that female nanny?"

"She's sleeping in the toilet; I gave her an injection of anesthetic, a full knockout……" Zhuzi's voice, filled with anguish amid the pain, said: "I really can't figure it out."

"What can't you figure out?"

While responding, Lin Dongfan gave a glance to the two idle bodyguards, signaling them to check the toilet.

Zhuzi lay on the ground, muttering incessantly: "Is my plan not thorough enough? I have the child in my hands—how dare you parachute in? Aren't you afraid I'll kill DouDou?"

Lin Dongfan did not answer that childish and boring question.

Seeing the bodyguards carry the unconscious female nanny out of the washroom, Lin Dongfan also breathed a sigh of relief, figuring Zhuzi still had some principles—he hadn't just killed anyone indiscriminately.

Lin Dongfan turned to look at Zhuzi, who was in agony like a trapped beast, and said: "Shen Bing has been arrested, yet you're still single-mindedly working for her—how stubborn can you be?"

"I would never do something like burning the bridge after crossing the river!" Zhuzi replied righteously.

Lin Dongfan was speechless; he never expected this guy, as a mere tool, to actually show a sense of justice—what a waste of a good man, having chosen the wrong master and taken the wrong path, a misstep that will last a lifetime.

Lin Dongfan asked heavily: "Your second half of life is already ruined by Shen Bing; have you thought about what will happen to your parents? They're over sixty, unable to work, and left without support."

"……!!!"

That sharp question clearly pierced Zhuzi's soul.

Although he still has a sister, she is already married; because her natal family is poor and her brother is unaccomplished, she has little status in her husband's family and will certainly not be able to look after her parents in their old age.

He pondered in pain for a moment.

Zhuzi asked Lin Dongfan: "Didn't you say you'd give my parents a pension? Now I've resigned myself to fate—though it's late—but if you can help me, in my next life I'll serve you as an ox or horse."