Chapter 261: Isn't this an idiot?

Put the knife down!

When Bai Jianping, holding a kitchen knife, charged to a distance of about five meters in front of him, Zhang Yong drew his gun and aimed the dark muzzle at Bai Jianping's forehead.

What is truth?

Bai Jianping seems not to know what truth is; he only knows that he's in the right, and he's not afraid of anything! Are the police so great? I haven't even stabbed anyone—do the police dare to shoot?

So…

Bai Jianping not only did not throw away the kitchen knife in his hand.

He also put on a righteous and confident look: "I'm using my own kitchen knife—what's it to you? Which law says I can't carry a kitchen knife? Now you're the ones breaking the rules! The feces in here are lumps I dumped myself! You came to scoop the big feces without my permission—this is an invasion of my private property!"

This absurd, sophistical logic left Zhang Yong dumbfounded, feeling it actually made some sense.

Damn it!

Fortunately, I'm a top student who's been a tutoring dad for four years; my brain almost crashed.

Zhang Yong steadied himself.

He continued pointing the gun at Bai Jianping: "Having a kitchen knife at home is legal, but carrying it in a public place endangers public safety—that's illegal. I'll warn you one last time: put the knife down!"

"Whose safety am I endangering?"

Bai Jianping showed no weakness.

He raised the kitchen knife, pointing it at Zhang Yong and the others, and shouted: "Now you're invading my private property, not greeting me, running here to steal my big feces! I'm trying to reason with you, but you rely on your numbers and act unreasonably! I'm afraid you'll hit me, so I brought a knife for self-defense—it's completely justified!"

"Done speaking?" Zhang Yong had no patience left.

Bai Jianping roared: "You're their leader, right? Hurry up and tell them to dump the feces back! This is my family's feces, I decide! Don't force me to chop…"

Bang!

The sudden gunshot startled Bai Jianping, making his whole body tremble; he instinctively raised the knife to block the bullet, and the harsh words on the tip of his tongue retreated back into his gut.

This is the deterrent power of truth!

Although the gun muzzle wasn't smoking, Zhang Yong habitually blew on it, adopting a calm, regretful expression: "This is a society ruled by law—you don't discuss law with me, yet you talk about reason! Do you still have any sense of royal authority or law? If I didn't shoot you, I'd truly be sorry for that kitchen knife in your hand."

!!!

Bai Jianping had just panicked, solely focused on blocking the bullet with his knife.

He didn't even know where that shot had hit.

Now, after regaining his composure and carefully checking his body, he was relieved to find he hadn't been shot—no shot, no problem! This shows he's in the right; the other side simply wouldn't dare to shoot someone.

Thinking of that,

Bai Jianping once again pointed the kitchen knife at Zhang Yong across from him, advancing fearlessly: "Are the police so great? I scoff! This is my house, I'm giving you face, right? Hurry up and take your people and get lost…"

Bang!

The gunshot rang out again.

Almost at the same instant, Bai Jianping let out a miserable grunt. The bullet struck the ground at his feet, blasting a stone; the flying shards happened to hit his crotch.

In the hot summer, he was already wearing only a thin pair of shorts.

That little stone nearly made him lose his chickens and eggs.

Really deadly!

He threw the kitchen knife away, clutching his painful crotch, his face turning an ugly liver color: "You… you damn it, you did that on purpose!"

"Nonsense, my marksmanship isn't that good—this was purely an accident." Zhang Yong gazed at the pained Bai Jianping, intrigued, and asked: "May I dare ask, what brand of bear's heart and leopard's gall are you taking? It's of such high quality, look at how it's bolstered your gall—you actually dare to wield a kitchen knife in the face of truth."

"I! I'll supplement your grandpa!"

Bai Jianping squatted down, holding his crotch, his face flushed red.

This is already bear-like.

He still adopted the airs of a village tyrant, ordering Zhang Yong: "If the eggs break, I won't let this rest! Hurry up and call 120! I'm in agony…"

"Rest assured, I will take full responsibility for this."

Zhang Yong cautiously approached Bai Jianping, first kicking the kitchen knife on the ground aside. Only after confirming Bai Jianping had no lethal resistance did he pull out a pair of handcuffs.

As the handcuffs swung toward him.

Bai Jianping instantly glared: "What the hell do you mean? You're the one who injured me! Now you want to cuff me? Is this how you take responsibility? What have I done wrong?"

"Exactly, this is how I take responsibility—I'll send you to the detention center, and you'll just sit there glaring and shouting blindly." Saying this, Zhang Yong had already snapped the handcuffs onto Bai Jianping's wrists.

Bai Jianping kept bellowing: "Is there any heavenly justice?! I'm the one who's hurt! I didn't even chop you! You stole my feces and still injured me! On what grounds do you arrest me?"

"Quiet down, just stay here for now."

With limited manpower, everyone's busy working, no one to guard Bai Jianping. Zhang Yong dragged Bai Jianping to the kitchen door and locked the other end of the handcuffs to the doorknob.

Bai Jianping yelled nonstop: "You're just bullying ordinary folks like this? I'm going to sue you!"

No one paid him any heed.

Zhao Lianyue, whose hands were reverse-cuffed, had been watching coldly from the side; now he couldn't help but wryly sigh, his heart full of lament: "I shouldn't have had any expectations of this dumbass…"

At that moment.

Jian Sining returned to report to Lin Dongfan: "Director Lin, I just asked around the nearby residents—that guy is Zhao Lianyue's elder brother-in-law, Bai Jianping, just a village bully."

"You've worked hard; go find the village head to learn the specifics of the Bai family."

"Sure."

After Jian Sining received the order and left,

Lin Dongfan stuffed another bit of cotton into his nostrils; the sewage in the cesspit had already been cleared more than half, revealing whatever lay sunk at the bottom, and the pungent odor grew stronger.

Some villagers nearby who were watching all covered their noses and mouths in unison.

Lin Dongfan and Zhang Yong, steeling themselves, walked to the edge of the cesspit to inspect the bottom; the sewage inside was still about half a foot deep, exposing something resembling a sack.

Not knowing what was inside the bag, it was bulging.

Lin Dongfan instructed Zhang Yong: "Almost there—have someone fetch two iron hooks and hoist this big sack up."

Where am I supposed to find an iron hook? Just grab the sack bare-handed.

Zhang Yong stared fixedly at the large sack in the latrine, only its tip visible like the tip of an iceberg, looking as heroic as one who says, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Lin Dongfan returned a smile with a hint of respect: "Since you're not afraid of getting dirty, go down then."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yong shot a doubtful look: "Did I just say I wanted to go down?"

"Carrying the sack bare-handed—wasn't that what you said?" Lin Dongfan, somewhat baffled, replied: "If you don't go down, how are you supposed to carry the sack bare-handed?"

Zhang Yong nodded seriously: "Section Chief Lin, your logic is sound. Someone has to go down; only by going down can you carry the sack bare-handed. But for such a great and glorious task, it must be left to my few brothers below—it affects whether they can be rated outstanding at year‑end, and I can't steal their credit."

"Could it be that your ex‑wife divorced you because you're too shameless?" Lin Dongfan did not hide his contempt.

"I think I'm a model ex‑husband in China; the longer we've been divorced, the deeper my longing for her, ever‑faithful."

Without waiting for Lin Dongfan to retort.

Zhang Yong immediately shifted tone: "Section Chief Lin, I think it's time for you to show your financial muscle. I heard Peng Tianhua swinging a big hammer can earn 200,000; today the brothers who go into the latrine to carry sacks must get at least 400,000. With generous rewards, brave men will surely appear! They will certainly thank your ancestors."