226: Feeling dizzy, nauseous, and wanting to vomit

A restaurant in Kyoto Base.

Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun came out, supporting each other.

Both had drunk quite a bit and stumbled towards the parking lot behind the restaurant.

At this hour, no one else was outside.

After a hiccup, Sun Yifan complained:

"If it weren't for Jiang Fei and Ling Zhaorui, causing me to lose my assistant manager job, my parents wouldn't curse me every time they see me. It forces me to stay out until late every night before I dare to go home."

"Luckily, I vented some anger tonight. Ling Zhaorui was like a drowned rat, with vegetable leaves on his head. It was hilarious."

"It's a pity I don't know where that bitch Jiang Fei is, otherwise I could teach her a lesson too."

"Anyway, there's no evidence, so the Mo Family can't do anything to us."

Yan Nanjun was distracted.

The Cultivation Park was a good job, with plenty of perks, and he could often find excuses to hold back a lot of vegetables, fruits, and meat products.

His family demanded that he find a way to get back to work this month, or they would kick him out of the house.

"Brother Fan, let's go apologize and make amends to Shao Ziyue tomorrow, and say some nice words, okay?" Yan Nanjun humbly discussed with Sun Yifan.

The Yan Family was not as powerful as the Sun Family. On the surface, he was Sun Yifan's friend, but in reality, he was a lackey, a hanger-on.

He had to listen to Sun Yifan in everything, otherwise, if the other party was displeased, he would be used as a punching bag.

"I didn't do anything wrong! Why should I apologize?! Don't mention Shao Ziyue to me again!"

Sun Yifan impatiently shook off Yan Nanjun, took out his car keys, and was about to open the door when he suddenly saw a person standing under the streetlamp opposite.

With disheveled hair and a long white dress trailing on the ground.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the person slowly raised her head, revealing a face as pale as paper, but with blood-red, eerie skin around her eye sockets.

The next second, she raised her hands and floated over.

Her lips curled into a grin, and blood flowed out.

"Ah!" Sun Yifan screamed and fell onto the ground.

Looking up again, there was no one opposite.

As if everything just now was his hallucination.

"Did you... did you see that person...?"

Yan Nanjun nodded stiffly: "That person just vanished into thin air..."

"Brother Fan, did we just see a ghost...?"

"Shut up! Drive away from here quickly!"

The two scrambled into the car, and just as they started the engine.

The headlights suddenly illuminated three bloody faces that lunged at the windshield.

"Ah!!!"

Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun fainted on the spot from fright.

Lu Yu and Ling Zhaorui quickly acted, dragging the two to a dim corner.

Jiang Fei put Sun Yifan's small car into the Supermarket warehouse.

It's hers now!

Taking the valuable watches and contribution cards from Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun, Jiang Fei took out a wooden bucket filled with bathwater and placed it on the ground.

Then, she left the corner.

Lu Yu and Ling Zhaorui deftly stripped the two, not even leaving them with a pair of underwear.

Splash—

They poured all of Ling Zhaorui's bathwater over them.

Lu Yu found Jiang Fei with the empty wooden bucket: "Done, let's go."

Putting away the wooden bucket, Jiang Fei drove the pickup truck, leading her teammates out of the parking lot.

In the car.

The three looked at each other's "bloody" faces and couldn't help but laugh.

Ling Zhaorui's previous unhappiness vanished, and he excitedly said: "Sister Jiang, you have too many ideas. Not only did you think of disguising yourselves as ghosts with makeup, but you also thought of holding ketchup in your mouths to scare them."

"But what's the use of us taking Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun's contribution cards?"

"The back of the contribution cards has the cardholder's name. If we use them, we'll be discovered."

Jiang Fei: "No, contribution cards are like the ID cards at the Safety Shelter; their usage records cannot be queried."

"Small shopping malls have card swipe machines. Tomorrow, we'll transfer Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun's contribution points to our cards."

Remembering the regulations regarding contribution cards, Jiang Fei added:

"Moreover, each person has one contribution card, and if lost, it cannot be reissued; one can only reapply. This means they are bankrupt overnight."

"Awesome!" Ling Zhaorui made no attempt to hide his joy.

At this moment, Lu Yu, in the passenger seat, picked up a pack of wet wipes from the car and gave a few to Ling Zhaorui to wipe his face.

It was inconvenient for Jiang Fei to drive, so Lu Yu raised his hand to help her wipe the ketchup from the corner of her lips.

Ling Zhaorui in the back seat smiled ambiguously.

He's shipping them!

"Sister Jiang, the wind tonight is very cool and suitable for a drive. Should we go home a bit later?"

Give Brother Lu more time to wipe his face!

"Alright," Jiang Fei agreed cheerfully.

To accommodate everyone, she always drove slowly, but tonight she could finally indulge.

Seeing Lu Yu put away the wet wipes and fasten his seatbelt, Ling Zhaorui hadn't quite understood what was happening when the car suddenly lurched forward.

Ling Zhaorui almost fell from the back seat into the driver's compartment.

He frantically fastened his seatbelt and gripped the car's handle tightly.

Is it too late for him to regret it now...? It turns out, it's too late.

Jiang Fei, like an unbridled wild horse, somehow made the pickup truck feel like a sports car.

Returning to Fenglin Villa District, Ling Zhaorui's legs were wobbly when he got out of the car.

His stomach churned, and he knelt on the ground and threw up.

Looking at Lu Yu, who seemed perfectly fine, Ling Zhaorui admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Brother Lu is still amazing!

Little did he know, Lu Yu was trying hard to act normal.

His head was a bit dizzy.

Nauseous, wanted to vomit.

Meanwhile, at the corner of the parking lot.

Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun gradually woke up.

"Why is it so chilly...? Holy crap?! Where are my clothes?!" Sun Yifan frantically covered his vital parts, only to find the ground covered in soapy water.

Amidst the scent of shower gel, there was a sour, foul smell.

Yan Nanjun was also stark naked.

"Who... who stripped us of our clothes?"

"Weren't we in the car?"

The three terrifying faces they saw before losing consciousness instantly flashed in their minds.

Ignoring everything else, they fearfully ran to where they had parked.

They intended to drive home but couldn't find their car.

"Where did my car go?! It was clearly parked right here!"

Sun Yifan was bewildered, unable to tell if what he had seen earlier was a person or a ghost.

"Brother Fan, what do we do now...?"

"No clothes, no underwear, we can't even flag down a car on the road."

"What other good option is there besides running back?!" Sun Yifan hunched his back slightly, covering his vital parts with both hands, and ran towards home.

Yan Nanjun copied him, running with his legs clamped together.

Under the moonlight, two stark white shadows were exceptionally conspicuous.

They secretly vowed that they wouldn't go out for a while!

Being scolded at home was better than inexplicably seeing ghosts and getting their clothes stripped off outside!

—

The next day.

Jiang Zhengkang and the others left to gather.

Lu Yu and Ling Zhaorui were off on Saturday and Sunday and planned to go to the small shopping mall to help out together.

Just as Jiang Fei and her companions were about to get into the car to leave, Mo Yanan arrived in a commercial van.

It was Ling Zhaorui's.

It had already been professionally cleaned and had new tires.

"Sister Jiang Fei, I brought you essential items for the opening."