With a thunderous boom, accompanied by the cracking of planks and the clatter of flying tiles, the row of crude latrines was instantly smashed to pieces. An even richer stench mingled with the dust and spread in every direction...
"Aaaah!!!"
A scream tore through the night sky. The unlucky fellow who happened to be in the latrine was scared nearly out of his soul. He did not even bother pulling up the trousers that had slipped to his ankles, scrambling out of the wreckage on all fours. Stumbling and crawling, wailing for his parents, he fled headlong in the opposite direction from Xiao Yi, leaving a despair-filled afterimage in the darkness.
Xiao Yi descended and landed beside the wreckage. He put away the Bamboo Copter, holding a filth-covered mop that had already been in the latrine in one hand, while his other hand gripped an equally "weather-beaten" manure ladle.
He gave the manure ladle a couple of shakes. The brimming manure bucket fitted over it began spinning at high speed under a peculiar force, whistling through the air. As it spun, the "ammunition" remaining inside formed some sort of... dynamic equilibrium?
And so Xiao Yi stood amid the moonlight and the ruined latrines, dual-wielding the "Mop Halberd" in one hand and the "Meteor Shit Hammer" in the other, wearing a smile that mixed smugness, madness, and what he considered dashing charm.
That stance, that presence... if one ignored the material and smell of his weapons, there really was something of... a god descending to earth to "cleanse the filth"... or was that an illusion? A scene worthy of entering the annals of Wutan City had been born...
**"Jia Lie Family! Your granddaddy's here to bring you some warmth! Come out and collect your golden midnight snack! If you don't come