Don't do it! Don't stop!
Staring at the fat back of the dormitory manager, Chang Ping quietly put his right hand behind his back and took out the Desert Eagle.
When the fat dormitory manager touched the door handle, Chang Ping's big gun was aimed at the back of his head with thick curly hair.
"Don't blame me, you are asking for death!" Chang Ping muttered to himself and slowly pulled the trigger.
Suddenly, the door was slammed open from the inside.
Shen Xiu's pale and angry face was revealed.
The fat dormitory manager was so frightened that his fat trembled and he took two steps back.
Chang Ping hid the Desert Eagle behind his back in a flash, and at the same time stretched out his broad left palm to push the fat dormitory manager to prevent him from stepping on his feet.
"Fatty, what are you trying to do in front of my house?" Shen Xiu's voice was weak and sharp, her eyes were wide open and aggressive.
Shen Fei's body has not been completely dealt with yet, so the fat guy must not be allowed into the room.
Damn it! What is she doing? Chang Ping killed her nephew, and now she is desperately trying to protect him.
She had to help! Once Chang Ping was executed, she would be poisoned and explode the next day. She couldn't die yet. She wanted to trample the bastard of the Fengxue family who had rejected her. She wanted to become the most powerful woman in the entire Glory City. She couldn't die!
"Isn't this... Chang Ping's room? Your room is in the female tutor dormitory area?" The fat dormitory manager scratched his head and warned, "There is a rule in the college that male and female tutors cannot live together. Violators will be expelled from the college and will never be hired again."
Moreover, Chang Ping was not a tutor, so Shen Xiu's action was an even greater crime.
There are so many noble men but she doesn't want a poor boy with no power or influence. Did a horned sheep kick her head?
The fat dormitory manager thought he had caught Shen Xiu's handle. He straightened his back, became confident, and held his head high, like a great general.
"Bullshit!" Shen Xiu scolded the fat dormitory manager back to his original form with just one sentence. He shrank his neck and was as cowardly as a turtle. "How did you see that Chang Ping and I lived together? I was just helping him with his homework! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue!"
The fat dormitory manager lowered his head and did not dare to retort, but he insisted on standing there and did not leave.
When Shen Xiu was exhausted, the fat dormitory manager seized the opportunity and said, "There is a strange smell in Changping's dormitory. As the dormitory manager of the tutor dormitory area of Shenglan College, I have the responsibility to go in and find out the situation. Sorry, get out!"
The fat dormitory manager clasped his hands together, stretched out his big fat hands to push Shen Xiu away, and forcefully rushed in.
Shen Xiu panicked all of a sudden and looked at Chang Ping anxiously. She didn't expect that the fat pig would not fall for her tricks.
What should I do? What should I do? If they are discovered, they will both be thrown into the pig cage. It's all Chang Ping's fault. Shen Fei came to cause trouble. You should have taught him a lesson, but you insisted on killing him. This is a big trouble.
Chang Ping patted her shoulders, signaling her to calm down. He showed the Desert Eagle in his hand. If things really reached the point where they were irreversible, he would have no choice but to be ruthless.
The fat dormitory manager smelled the smell, walked to the table, and looked at the tablecloth spread out on the ground. He frowned his thick eyebrows.
"What's covered under this?" asked the fat dormitory manager, pointing at the damp table cover.
His intuition told him that it must be something shameful.
"You will know if you open it and take a look yourself." Chang Ping smiled mysteriously, and his right hand holding the Desert Eagle behind his back began to tremble slightly.
He can kill bad guys and monsters without hesitation, but he really can't bring himself to kill good people because he feels guilty.
The fat dormitory manager snorted, bent over, stuck out his butt, raised his index finger, and pinched a corner of the table cover.
With a "whoosh", the entire tablecloth was lifted up.
Chang Ping suddenly raised the Desert Eagle, pointed it at the fat dormitory manager's back, and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.
At the critical moment, Shen Xiu suddenly grabbed his wrist and tried to stop Chang Ping.
Chang Ping put down his gun and looked at Shen Xiu in confusion.
She pointed to the ground.
Chang Ping looked in the direction of her finger and saw only a pool of yellow liquid on the ground. Shen Fei's body and clothes had disappeared without a trace.
"Huh~"
Chang Ping hid the Desert Eagle behind his back and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Shen Xiu had delayed at the door for a while, otherwise he would have shot and killed an innocent person.
There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you come to it yourself. It's not our fault that the fat dormitory manager died. We can only blame himself for liking to meddle in other people's business.
"What is this yellow pool of stuff?" The fat dormitory manager half-lifted the table cover, half-knelt on the ground, looked at the yellow paste, and asked in confusion.
Under the horrified gaze of the two men, the fat dormitory manager stretched out his chubby index finger, dipped it in the yellow paste, put it into his mouth and started sucking.
Chang Ping and Shen Xiu supported each other and almost jumped out.
It's so disgusting!
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" The fat dormitory manager stood up suddenly and spat desperately. He glared at the two of them angrily and asked, "Which of you two peed here? You have no sense of public morality! You actually defecated on the ground. Isn't there a toilet in the dormitory?"
Chang Ping and Shen Xiu looked at each other.
After hesitating for a while, Chang Ping stood up and said, "I'm sorry. I slept too deeply at noon, and I was so anxious that I was suddenly startled by the sound just now. It just flowed out by itself, and I couldn't control it. I'll clean it up now."
The fat dormitory manager wiped his mouth with his baggy sleeves and watched silently as Chang Ping brought the mop and rag to clean the dirt on the floor.
He nodded, walked over, patted Chang Ping's shoulder, and whispered in Chang Ping's ear with great disgust: "Young people must learn to be moderate. Excessive indulgence is harmful to the body. Remember what your brother said, it will not do you any harm." After saying that, he turned around and glanced at Shen Xiu.
Chang Ping's urine smells like death. If he continues to fool around with Shen Xiu, he will probably die.
Shen Xiu was present, so there were some things he couldn't say directly. He just hoped that Chang Ping could understand them himself.
After giving the advice, the fat dormitory manager put his hands behind his back and staggered away.
"Fatty!" Shen Xiu glared at the fat dormitory manager with murderous eyes, watching him leave with a fierce look in his eyes.
She peeked at the door and returned to the house only after making sure that the fat dormitory manager had left.
"Hey! Do you think that fat guy really didn't notice it or was he pretending not to notice it?" Shen Xiu asked Chang Ping who was cleaning up the crime scene with concern. She always felt that the fat guy was acting, deliberately calming them down and then secretly reporting to Ye Sheng.
"What do you think?" Chang Ping asked Shen Xiu with a smile, "No matter if he finds out or not, as long as we clean up the scene, no one can convict us without evidence. Don't just sit there, go to the water room and get a bucket of water, and we'll clean the floor thoroughly."
"Okay!" Shen Xiu took out the bucket from the space ring and left the room obediently.
She bathed frequently and always kept a bathtub and a bucket in her ring.
Chang Ping leaned on the mop and sighed, "Alas! I was clearly doing a good thing to punish evildoers, but now it's been treated as a murder for money. Where can I go to seek justice?"
He bent down, lifted the other half of the tablecloth, and prepared to clean the rest.
"Hmm? This is..."
Chang Ping discovered something strange.