After the two police officers pulled out their IDs, they began a routine inquiry into the situation.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to speak, Yu Xiaoxiao rushed forward from the side.
She shook her head and said hurriedly, "Officer, it has nothing to do with him. This man is trying to trick me into marriage. Our families' elders had an engagement for us, but after getting to know him, I discovered he's not only bisexual but also likes to cross-dress... So I made it clear long ago that I won't marry him. Today, he came here on his own to harass me. This gentleman was just kindly helping me avoid that harassment."
Watching Yu Xiaoxiao's actions, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
He noticed that Yu Xiaoxiao's expression and movements toward him had become even more intimate than before.
At this moment, Yu Xiaoxiao's peaks were once again pressed tightly against his arm, and she had leaned in voluntarily.
Jiang Cheng patted her shoulder reassuringly once more. "Don't worry."
"Is there some misunderstanding? These are just minor disputes; it's best if everyone just talks it out and handles it."
After understanding the sequence of events, the police officer began to mediate.
Zhang Yu's face turned beet red as he stammered, "What misunderstanding? What do you mean? There's surveillance here! I demand—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Cheng used the Bad Luck Card he had just been rewarded with directly on Zhang Yu.
Pfft, pfft—suddenly, several strange sounds emitted from Zhang Yu's body.
His expression turned bizarre, and he abruptly stopped talking.
His eyes darted around nervously, and his legs unconsciously squeezed together.
His buttocks slowly arched outward.
His hands slowly moved to cover his stomach.
At that moment, he felt a warm current starting to surge uncontrollably through his intestines, trying to rush out.
This subtle yet embarrassing sensation reminded him of an unforgettable episode from his childhood.
Back then, he was still young, just in the third grade of elementary school.
One day, the teacher called on him to answer a question.
As it happened, he had been suffering from diarrhea all that day.
He stood up nervously, and just as he rose, he suddenly felt the urge to pass gas.
That was the first time his younger self understood a certain saying.
And that was: when you have diarrhea, never trust a single fart.
Because on that day, in his innocence, he thought that if he just let the fart out slowly while answering the question...
Everything would go unnoticed.
But reality proved that his logic was flawed.
What he released back then wasn't just a fart, but a whole pants-full of... He could never forget the pale, disgusted expressions of the entire class and the teacher on the podium.
And right at this very moment, that long-lost feeling had returned.
With his face flushed red from holding it in, Zhang Yu told himself inwardly.
"Must not trust the fart."
After chanting this a few times, Zhang Yu began to take slow, deep breaths, trying to control his body.
After all, there were cameras here, and quite a few people.
He absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen to him a second time.
However, things in this world do not always go as one wishes.
Zhang Yu discovered that the gas inside his body was increasing.
Cold sweat poured off him continuously.
Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything at noon today.
He had just been enjoying himself at the hotel with his old flame.
Could it be that his old flame's'stick' was poisonous???
Is that why his intestinal tract was suddenly under such heavy assault??
His face pale, Zhang Yu asked everyone, "Excuse me, where is the restroom on the first floor?"
He exerted immense effort to slowly control his breath and squeeze out those few words.
But no matter how much he tried to control it, it was already futile.
A familiar warm current, along with his twenty-plus years of dignity, began to leak out bit by bit once again.
Seeing his pale face and strange movements, the officer couldn't help but ask out of concern, "Sir, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Yu clenched his buttocks even tighter. He inhaled slowly, his mouth trembling as he tried to speak.
"A little, quick..."
Zhang Yu didn't dare say another word after that.
He realized that as soon as he opened his mouth, his sphincter loosened a bit more.
Originally, it was just a few stray drops, but with that movement, a dozen more leaked out.
And there was a faint sensation that a major eruption was imminent... Zhang Yu knew that although he was doing his absolute best to control it...
He could only prevent a larger bomb from exploding.
What was meant to come would eventually come.
He could feel his crotch getting wetter and wetter.
The others only thought his behavior was a bit odd.
But Jiang Cheng, who had used the Bad Luck Card, had a vague inkling of Zhang Yu's situation.
Making such a face for no reason meant there was definitely a problem.
Moreover, Zhang Yu couldn't even be bothered to bluster about calling the police anymore.
Jiang Cheng gave a wicked grin, walked over to Zhang Yu's side, and patted him hard on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, if you're not feeling well, just say so. Don't be shy; the officer will help you."
Shaken a few times by Jiang Cheng's hand, Zhang Yu immediately took a deep breath and clenched his sphincter even harder.
He slowly turned his head, his face flushed red and his eyes wide as he glared at Jiang Cheng.
With every shake from Jiang Cheng, he was one step closer to an eruption.
"...Take me to the bath..."
After gritting his teeth to force out those words, Zhang Yu didn't dare speak again.
At that moment, a foul odor wafted out.
"Holy crap? Why is it so stinky??"
"Yeah, is the toilet broken? That shouldn't be right; the restroom is quite far from here!"
"Could a manure truck be passing by?"
"Ugh... My god, it smells fresh. Who crapped themselves? You're an adult; you should know how to control yourself."
"..."