From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor

Chapter 623 - 594: Possessed

Fan Lidada chased for more than eight hundred meters, panting heavily. As a privileged official who usually lacks exercise, if it weren’t for the unprecedented sense of crisis and shame driving him, he wouldn’t have lasted this long.Fu Guomin was left far behind by him, physically even less fit than the fishing enthusiast Fan Lidada, gasping for breath as he said, "Old Fan... stop... stop chasing..." Still confused about why Fan Lidada was so furious.

Fan Lidada was still persisting; his career had finally seen some progress, and it couldn’t be ruined by a single urination. At that moment, four Great Han suddenly appeared in front, each carrying a wooden stick, and without any explanation, they rushed up and started beating Fan Lidada. Already exhausted, Fan Lidada was unable to fight back against these strong men, each wielding a wooden stick—he could only brace for the beating, shielding his head as best he could to avoid a hit to the face.

This group didn’t care about anything, wildly swinging their sticks at Fan Lidada.

Fan Lidada even shouted for help.

Fu Guomin yelled, "What are you doing? I called the police! I called the police!" He picked up a brick from the ground and rushed forward. He was no fool; as a leader, he needed to show courage but also maintain perspective. With more than three hundred meters between them, even if he wanted to help, he wouldn’t get there in time, and should he reach them, he’d get beaten up too.

Fu Guomin carefully controlled his pace, not wanting to seem like he was fleeing nor actually storming into danger. Was it easy being a leader? One must have a broader view and a sense of risk awareness.

Those Great Han came quickly and left just as fast. After thrashing Fan Lidada, they promptly retreated. The bearded guy who had secretly photographed Fan Lidada’s "bird-chasing" threatened him, "If you dare report this to the police, I’ll post your photos online."

Fan Lidada lay curled up on the ground, feeling utterly unlucky. It was just urinating in an empty spot—did it merit such retribution? Unbelievable. He often did this when drunk, but what made it unacceptable here?

By the time Fu Guomin arrived, the gang had already driven off in a van. Fu Guomin helped the bruised and battered Fan Lidada up from the ground, "Old Fan, are you okay? What happened?"

Fan Lidada’s left eye was swollen into a slit after the beating: "Director Fu... please don’t report this." His hand-protecting head tactic was somewhat inadequate—his face ended up getting hit anyway.

Fu Guomin asked, "What’s going on?"

Fan Lidada sighed and explained the situation. Upon hearing he was photographed while urinating, Fu Guomin stifled laughter—who told him to pee wherever he pleased? But Fan Lidada had unspoken troubles; although not that old, his prostate was enlarged, leading to noticeable frequent and urgent urination. No toilet was nearby—he couldn’t possibly bear it—finding a secluded spot for relief wasn’t such a big fault.

Seeing Fan Lidada’s sorry state, Fu Guomin felt some sympathy. He quickly called Xu Chunliang and Xiaomeng to come aid them, worried the group might return, knowing they two alone couldn’t handle it; they needed reinforcements.

Xu Chunliang was rehearsing. He was shocked to hear Fan Lidada got beaten. He asked Xiaomeng to drive over, and upon arriving, found Fu Guomin accompanying Fan Lidada at the roadside.

Fan Lidada looked miserable—not only was he bruised and swollen, but also missing a shoe.

Xiaomeng said, "Let’s get you to the hospital quickly."

Fan Lidada waved him off, "No need... it’s just skin deep."

Fu Guomin replied, "Better go for a check—if there’s internal injury, it could be troublesome. Getting a CT scan for peace of mind." Fan Lidada was brought on a business trip by him—should anything go wrong, he, as a leader, would have to take responsibility.

Xu Chunliang asked about the situation, got the gist, knowing Fan Lidada had no enemies locally. Recalling recent events, Xu Chunliang concluded the Blue Bay Fishing Village people were likely responsible.

Fu Guomin described the van, having not seen the license plate clearly; Fan Lidada remembered only the bearded photographer.

Fan Lidada insisted on not filing a report, so Xu Chunliang found no immediate harm and suggested they visit a nearby hospital for treatment, as he needed to return and rehearse.

Although saying "You go ahead, get busy," Fan Lidada felt neglected by him—after getting beaten so viciously, Xu Chunliang should at least accompany him to the hospital.

After they left, Xu Chunliang found a broken stick at the scene. These people were quite ruthless—recently two retaliatory incidents occurred against them. Letting this persist unchecked—who knew tomorrow’s developments? The hidden risk must be resolved swiftly.

The Blue Bay Fishing Village was still closed today—the dead fish incident impacted them greatly; all fish and shrimp in the pond died. They had the best business in the area, but jealousy ensued as soon as trouble arose, spawning countless rumors. Nearby restaurants secretly rejoiced.

Owner Huang Yongjun spent the last days cleaning dead fish and changing water—bringing fresh stock today. Late at night, they were still replenishing the pond with fish—the sooner they reopened, the sooner losses would be mitigated. Thus far, no more fish deaths occurred.

Xu Chunliang, carrying the broken stick, arrived at Blue Bay Fishing Village where over a dozen people busily worked.

Standing by the pond, Xu Chunliang slowly drew a cigarette from its pack. As he got out his lighter without lighting, someone shouted angrily, "You! What are you doing?"

Chunliang didn’t rush to light his cigarette, noticing that it was the shop owner Huang Yongjun who was angrily walking towards him.

Chunliang put the cigarette back, smiling as he looked at Huang Yongjun.

Huang Yongjun recognized him: "What are you doing here? Looking for a beating?"

Chunliang said, "Why are you so unfriendly? Did you just have someone beat up my friend?"

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about!"

Chunliang laughed, "Tell that kid to hand over the photos, or you won’t be able to keep this restaurant open."

Huang Yongjun put his hands on his hips, and at this moment, the staff who were helping him all came over, a dozen men standing behind Huang Yongjun. Huang Yongjun pointed at Chunliang and said, "You damn flicked cigarette ash into my fish pond, poisoned my fish to death, and I haven’t even confronted you about it, yet you come looking for me. Kid, you sure have guts, who are you?"

Chunliang said, "I’m a fortune teller, and I see that the feng shui of your restaurant is bad. Those fish will die today."

"Looking for a beating!" roared a burly man with a full beard standing behind Huang Yongjun.

Chunliang said, "You were the one secretly taking photos at the hotel entrance, right? Sick pervert, can’t get your own so you have to take others’?"

"What the hell did you say?" The bearded man rushed up and reached out to push Chunliang, but when his hands touched Chunliang’s chest, it felt like pushing against a slippery eel. His hands slipped, and due to inertia, he lunged forward. Chunliang discreetly hooked his left foot, and the bearded man plunged into the fish pond with a splash.

This infuriated Huang Yongjun’s crew, and they prepared to rush up. Chunliang pointed at the fish pond and said, "Look, look! Didn’t I tell you? The fish are dead again."

In the fish pond, the fish that had just been put in a short while ago began to turn belly up one after another. The bearded man was just swimming to the shore, and the dead fish kept surfacing around him. He was frightened by the scene, which he had only seen in horror movies before, and cried out, "Quick... help me up..."

His companions were about to reach out to help.

Chunliang said, "He’s poisoned, the fish died because of him, touch him and you’ll die too." With those words, no one dared to reach out easily. The scene was too terrifying; the bearded man had become a terminator for the fish and shrimp, and no one could figure out if he really poisoned the fish in this pond.

Seeing the newly stocked fish die collectively again, Huang Yongjun was heartbroken and forgot to attack Chunliang, shouting, "Stop, stop putting them in, they’re all dead, all damn dead..." He was anxious and stomped his feet, his eyes filled with venom as he looked at Chunliang, believing it was definitely Chunliang’s doing.

Chunliang smiled innocently, "Don’t look at me like that, I’m just a fortune teller. You’re doomed, your fish pond is haunted, whatever you put in will die." Before he finished speaking, a large turtle flipped belly up.

The bearded man, soaked and shivering from the cold, climbed ashore. Chunliang looked at him and said, "You’re no exception; you won’t survive the night."

By now the fish pond was full of dead fish. The bearded man was frightened and panicked, "It’s not me, it’s not me, quick... take me to the hospital..."

Chunliang said, "The hospital won’t help, this place is haunted, doctors can’t save you. If you don’t believe it, try it, put as many fish as you want, they’ll all die."

Huang Yongjun pointed at Chunliang, "It’s you... you poisoned it!" This guy appeared next to the fish pond twice, and both times there were large-scale fish deaths. How could it be such a coincidence?

Chunliang said, "If you have evidence, report it to the police, otherwise don’t talk nonsense. Beard, I figure you have about two hours left, better settle your affairs before it’s too late."

After saying this, Chunliang turned and walked away.

Huang Yongjun shouted, "Don’t let him go! Stop him!"

These people were so frightened by Chunliang that none of them stepped forward. Huang Yongjun waved his hand, "Big Black!"

A wolfdog rushed towards Chunliang. He smiled slightly, suddenly letting out a beastly roar. The wolfdog whimpered in fright midway and inexplicably changed direction, jumping straight into the fish pond. The crowd looked towards the pond but saw the wolfdog did not resurface after jumping in.

Chunliang sighed and said, "Looks like no one believes me when I tell the truth!"

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