Shit It Out!

The older police officer took the stack of evidence from the young monk, pulled out a few sheets, and looked them over. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became!

He immediately pointed at Cao Delian and shouted, "Grab him and take him back!"

These pieces of evidence not only strongly prove that Cao Delian is a human trafficker, but also allow us to follow the trail and uncover a human trafficking chain. With luck, we might even be able to break up a large human trafficking gang.

Cao Delian, the man before them, is key to their success in solving the case; they absolutely cannot let him escape!

Two police officers surrounded him from behind, looking like wolves.

"Damn it!" Cao Delian quickly pushed open the car door and fled into the distance.

The moment the young monk produced the 'evidence,' he was ready to run for his life—he never imagined that after experiencing so many ups and downs in his life, he would end up failing miserably in the last attempt.

However, catching him won't be so easy. Despite his frail physique, he's a human trafficker and has long imagined being chased by the police.

In order to successfully evade the police's encirclement and pursuit, Cao Delian studied parkour for a long time.

Yes, Cao Delian is a parkour expert. He has even posted many amazing parkour videos online under the pseudonym "Masked Man."

So when Cao Delian started running, both police officers were dumbfounded.

Cao Delian accelerated, grabbed a car, flipped over it with a flourish, and sped forward to a platform more than three meters high.

Cao Delian, however, accelerated, and with the powerful inertia, using the corner of the wall as a springboard, he nimbly climbed up to the platform.

The two officers had only just walked around the car!

"Damn it!" the two officers cursed. Although they trained regularly, they weren't armed police, so their training intensity wasn't as high. In terms of straight-line running, they might not be inferior to Cao Delian, but he was darting around like a monkey, and they couldn't keep up at all.

At this moment, the young monk blinked, turned his head, and asked the older police officer, "Eh? Gentlemen, are you going to arrest Benefactor Cao?"

"We can't catch him." The older police officer sighed. Seeing Cao Delian's agile movements, he knew that catching him was basically impossible.

The only remaining option is to use methods like issuing arrest warrants.

"Oh, do you need the little monk's help?" the little monk Guoguo asked, pressing his palms together.

"Huh?" The older police officer looked at the young monk with a puzzled expression.

"Originally, the little monk planned to find an opportunity to forcibly take Benefactor Cao to a Buddhist temple deep in the mountains after his hemorrhoids were removed, to shave his head and make him a monk in his next life, never leaving the temple, to atone for his sins in his previous life. But now that I think about it, it's not bad to hand him over to my uncles," the little monk Guoguo said earnestly.

The next moment, the older officer saw the little monk leap into the air. His two short legs lightly touched the ground, yet they gave the impression of being as nimble as a swallow... In just a breath, the little monk had already far surpassed the two young officers.

When faced with the platform that was more than three meters high, the young monk simply stepped on the wall and used the angle to easily climb up.

"Holy crap!" the two officers exclaimed again.

If the person mentioned earlier, Cao Delian, was a parkour expert, it was already quite unexpected for them.

Then the little monk left them even more dumbfounded! The little monk looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, and that was a three-meter-high platform!

--This isn't just parkour anymore, it's practically... China Kung Fu?

"Captain?" A young officer turned around and looked at the older officer. "What do we do next?"

The older officer scratched his head. "Wait!"

On the roof of the car, Doudou tucked his tail in. "By the way, what did the little monk say just now? He was planning to take that human trafficker to the deep mountains and forests to be a monk for life? Who taught this little guy? He's so ruthless, and he's only six years old."

After much thought, I've concluded that among cultivators, simple-minded fools like Yellow Mountain Big Fool are indeed the best.

It is said that the human eye is the greatest culprit, always able to see only the mistakes of others.

It turns out that dogs' eyes are the same way—the story of True Lord Yellow Mountain creating hundreds of alt accounts to toy with Daoist Cloudmist's feelings was selectively forgotten by Doudou.

About two minutes later.

On that three-meter-high platform, the little monk, dragging a figure in his hand, leaped down from the platform.

The older officer's cigarette fell to the ground.

The person being held in the hands of the young monk was none other than the human trafficker Cao Delian.

Martial arts master!

The four large, golden characters appeared in the older police officer's mind like movie credits, lingering there.

"Here, I'm handing him over to you." The little monk Guoguo casually tossed Cao Delian in front of the three police officers.

The three police officers stared at Cao Delian, who lay unconscious on the ground, still looking terrified, and swallowed hard.

In the end, it was the older police officer who came to his senses first.

"Arrest this guy and take him to the station!"

Two young police officers quickly stepped forward and handcuffed Cao Delian.

"Young monk, what is your surname?" The older police officer took the opportunity to run up to the young Guoguo and asked with a fawning expression.

"The young monk's name is Guoguo. He doesn't have a Dharma name yet because he's not old enough, and the abbot won't give him one," the young monk replied honestly, his hands clasped together and his face serious.

The older police officer asked expectantly, "Which temple does the young monk practice in?"

This question made the young monk frown, looking troubled.

The abbot had said that the name of World's End Wandering Temple should not be revealed to outsiders.

However, monks are not allowed to lie.

How should he answer?

At that moment, Doudou, sitting on the back of the bicycle, let out a cold snort.

Then, a deep voice rang directly in the older officer's ear. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Woof!"

The older police officer was taken aback, turned around and looked around, but saw no one.

But he immediately realized his mistake and apologized to the young monk, "I'm sorry, young monk, I was being presumptuous."

Was it just a warning from one of the young monk's elders nearby?

But... what does the word "wang" at the end of the warning sound mean? Or maybe it's not "wang", but the word "wan", right?

The older police officer bid farewell to the young monk and, along with his two companions, took Cao Delian and left first.

Actually, he really wanted to pester the little monk for a while longer, even if it was just to learn a move or two from the legends.

China Kung Fu! Real Kung Fu!

Unfortunately, the young monk had an elder watching over him, so his wish was destined to remain unfulfilled.

That makes sense. Such a small child leaving the temple would surely have an elder secretly following and protecting him, right?

The little Guoguo looked at the departing older police officer with a puzzled expression, and touched his shiny bald head.

"I don't know why they suddenly apologized to me, but I just finally figured out the answer," the little monk Guoguo said regretfully.

He thought for a long time and finally came up with an answer, "I'm sorry, my abbot doesn't allow me to tell anyone the name of the temple."

He felt the answer was great.

Unfortunately, the older police officer suddenly apologized and left, leaving him no chance to give his answer.

"Cough cough, woof!" Doudou barked softly, trying to make its presence known.

"Huh?" The little monk turned his head and looked at the roof of the carriage.

Then he saw a Pekingese propping its head up with one front paw and playing with a bunch of keys hooked on its other paw. Its body was lying on its side like a human's, in a very alluring pose.

"Doudou!" The little monk exclaimed joyfully upon seeing the Pekingese.

But immediately, he lowered his head shyly and asked cautiously, "Doudou, why did you follow me out?"

"Tsk tsk, if I didn't come out with you, would Shuhang at home be at ease?" Doudou whistled.

The young monk put his hands together in apology, saying, "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again."

"No need to apologize to me, apologize to Shuhang later! Woof." After thinking for a moment, Doudou took out her phone again. "Here, let me show you something good."

"?" The little monk leaned closer, puzzled.

Doudou showed him a video—one that she had secretly recorded.

On the video screen, Song Shuhang was furious, clenching his fists. "Aaaaah! Are you trying to piss me off? I told you to stay home and guard the house, but you went out and ran around, ignoring everything I said! Photoshop, Photoshop my ass! When I catch you, I'm going to beat the shit out of you, whether you have hemorrhoids or not!"

You've even coughed up shit!

Type it out!

Come out!

The little Guoguo stared blankly, cautiously touching his anus. The next moment, his serious little face turned into a bitter face.

"Tsk tsk, how about it? Want to replay it?" Doudou tapped the screen with her paw, and the video started playing again...

You've even coughed up shit!

You've even coughed up shit!

The little monk felt like crying.

"Tsk tsk, let me tell you something else— Wenzhou City, where you are now, is Song Shuhang's hometown. He's planning to come over in the next couple of days." Doudou was quite pleased with the little monk's pained expression.

The little monk froze completely.

"Doudou, what should I do?" he asked, his voice trembling with tears.

"If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Running away from home is a terrible thing to do. Do you Daoist School would be?" Doudou lectured earnestly—at this moment, it selectively forgot the fact that it itself was a Great Demon Hound that had been running away from home for years.

"I'm sorry." The little monk's eyes welled up with tears.

Doudou patted the little monk on the shoulder. "Keep it up. While Shuhang in Wenzhou City, think carefully about how to apologize and calm him down."

The little monk nodded vigorously.

"Then, let's find a hotel nearby to stay in." Doudou jumped down from the roof of the car. "Come on, get in!"

"Get in the car? But I don't know how to drive." The little monk was taken aback.

"I'll drive!" Doudou declared with boundless confidence!

I've been wanting to try this for ages... and today I finally got the chance. With the key in hand, how could I not give it a go?

First update of the day!