The computer facing the entrance had already turned into a pile of junk. If Ethan Carter hadn’t known there used to be a computer there, he really would have thought it was just a heap of broken electronic components.

Many people passing by were pointing at Ethan Carter’s shop and whispering about something. Quite a few even showed looks of pity and sympathy.

Ethan Carter walked into the room, glanced at the walls covered in all sorts of spray-painted images and filthy, chaotic words, shook his head slightly, and softly said, “Why bother? What’s the point? Why can’t you just learn your lesson? Stray dog… why do you have to become a dead dog to be satisfied?”

A corpse bug, about the size of a mosquito, flew into Ethan Carter’s body.

“The biggest nightclub on this street.” From the corpse bug, Ethan Carter learned the current location of Stray Dog. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He casually gathered some of the scattered powder from the floor, summoned a few corpse bugs, sprinkled the powder onto their bodies, and said, “Go take a bath in their drinks.”

The ordered corpse bugs flew out of the Xuanhu Clinic in an instant.

Ethan Carter also left his clinic and headed to the largest nightclub on the street.

The noisy sounds and dim lighting made people go wild in this atmosphere.

Ethan Carter crossed the dance floor, dodged the sexual harassment of several women, and entered the nightclub’s restroom.

Several corpse bugs flew out from the individual stalls in the restroom.

Ethan Carter pushed on the stalls that had been closed by the corpse bugs, then, satisfied, walked into the only open stall and said, “Not bad! Very good! Now, let’s wait for those who’ll come in here with stomach trouble.”

Just a minute later, the restroom door was kicked open. Led by Mad Dog, more than a dozen punks rushed in clutching their stomachs.

“Damn! The door’s locked!”

“Shit! This one too!”

“Fuck! Whoever’s inside, get out right now!”

The punks banged on the stall doors, but got no response. No one noticed that the main restroom door had, at some point, been locked from the outside with a heavy padlock.

“Damn!” One punk couldn’t hold it anymore and kicked a stall door.

The door, unable to withstand the force, swung open instantly.

“No one?” The punk, seeing the toilet inside was empty, said in shock.

The other punks, hearing this, all bent down to peek through the cracks, only to find that every stall was empty.

“Shit! Kick the doors down!” At Wild Dog’s command, a dozen punks kicked open the stalls and rushed in to deal with their urgent problem.

Clap clap clap clap clap…

A burst of applause sounded from one of the stalls. The punks, in the middle of their business, tensed up at the sound.

Ethan Carter walked out of his hiding stall, clapping his hands, and faced the group. Looking at the punks who, thanks to the broken doors, couldn’t hide themselves, he said, “So, how’s it going, everyone?”

“It’s you?” Wild Dog, squatting on the toilet, looked at Ethan Carter and couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

“That’s right! The laxatives were specially prepared for you. Now I really want to know, how did my clinic end up like that?” As Ethan Carter spoke, he grabbed a mop nearby, kicked off the mop head, turning it into a simple stick, and said, “So, can anyone tell me?”

“Wait… calm down, let me explain…” Mad Dog, still squatting on the toilet, didn’t even bother to wipe, and stood up to face Ethan Carter, saying, “Actually…” Before Mad Dog could finish, someone in a nearby stall shouted, “Don’t move!”

Two young punks, one hand holding up their pants and the other wielding a fake Type 54 pistol, aimed at Ethan Carter and ordered.

“Guns are useless against me, have you forgotten?” Ethan Carter looked at Wild Dog, who was still squatting on the toilet, and said.

“Useless? Yesterday you must have been wearing a bulletproof vest, and when you shot yourself, you must have used some sleight of hand! Traditional Chinese medicine is just as good at tricks as street performers.” Wild Dog said as he wiped himself with some toilet paper, barely managed to stand up, pulled up his pants, and then took a pistol from his inner jacket pocket, aiming it at Ethan Carter: “If you move, I’ll blow your head off! I don’t believe your head has any bulletproof device.”

“Bulletproof?” Ethan Carter smiled at Wild Dog, then looked at the other punks around, shook his head, and said, “If it weren’t for the fact that you guys still have to help me clean up and renovate for free, I’d finish you off right now.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Wild Dog waved his gun, about to walk toward Ethan Carter, but his stomach suddenly rumbled, forcing him back onto the toilet.