The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

77: Chapter 77 Eating 77: Chapter 77 Eating Liu Hun suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Ding Yajun, his brain spinning as he couldn’t understand why Ding had seen through him.

And according to Ding Yajun, at this time, Zhao Mingjie should have been… Thinking this far, he turned sharply around and sure enough, saw Zhao Mingjie with her hands bound behind her and a cloth stuffed in her mouth, while the one pushing her along was none other than Xu Liang, who still had bandages on his face!

“Liu Hun!

Daring to spin me around like a top, I’m going to skin you alive today!” Xu Liang brandished the gleaming knife in his hand threateningly at Liu Hun, pulling Zhao Mingjie to stand some distance from Liu Hun.

Even though he was surrounded by three of Ding Yajun’s henchmen, he was still somewhat nervous inside.

“What did I just say?

What can you take away from here?

Liu Hun, now you have to answer me properly, do you believe it or not?” Ding Yajun had a sly smile on his face, from head to toe, inside and out, he was the epitome of delight.

“Xu Liang!

How did you find out about this?

What did you do to Officer Zhao?” Liu Hun ignored Ding Yajun and pointed at Xu Liang to ask.

Xu Liang stretched his neck, laughing he-he like a turtle, “That day when I saw you come to the station, I knew you would stir up some trouble.

You thought I left?

Right after I stepped out of the police station’s door, I came back in and hid under the windowsill, I heard everything!” While speaking, he looked Zhao Mingjie up and down, swallowed his saliva, and said, “You humiliated me!

I have to humiliate you too!

I didn’t expect Zhao Mingjie to be so horny; just wait and you can watch me play with this horny woman, and you can also get your fix right here.”

After listening to Xu Liang’s words, Liu Hun glanced again at Zhao Mingjie’s eyes and dress, his heart finally settled, then he turned and picked up a die from the bowl and said to Ding Yajun, “Ding Yajun, I now answer your earlier question, I really don’t believe it!”

After Liu Hun finished speaking, Qi surged up his arm, and he spun around, pinching the die and flinging it towards the hand Xu Liang was holding the knife with.

With a “crack” sound, crisp like a bite into a pickled radish, the knife in Xu Liang’s hand fell to the ground.

He had only hopped around twice, holding his hand, before he had a chance to cry out, he heard Ding Yajun shout a warning, and when he looked up, Liu Hun was already charging towards him.

Ding Yajun hadn’t seen someone chop bamboo in many years, but today he was reliving this rare childhood memory.

Including Xu Liang, a total of four people, each one only took one move, a palm chop to the back of the neck, and with a tingling spine, they either passed out or were paralyzed on the ground.

Liu Hun finished them off in one breath, like a swallow skimming water, he scooped up Zhao Mingjie into his arms and quickly bent down to ask, “Officer Zhao, are you alright?”

“Wuu wuu wuu!

Wuu wuu wuu!” Zhao Mingjie’s fake eyelashes fluttered frantically as her eyes shifted towards Ding Yajun’s direction.

Liu Hun looked up, and Erzi led seven or eight people rushing towards him.

Faced with this bunch of ruffians and hooligans, others might really have been intimidated, but in his eyes, they were nothing more than a pile of rotten sweet potatoes and smelly bird eggs, at most sticking to the body and causing a bit of a stink, but otherwise, they were useless.

Now Ding Yajun was completely dumbfounded.

He felt that he wasn’t being superstitious, it was like he had been bewitched like Ye Canghai!

How could these more than ten people not be able to handle the situation?

How could a village bumpkin hold a woman and beat people like playing with monkeys?

No!

This must be a dream!

Right, I must be dreaming!

I need to think of a way to wake up!

As Ding Yajun pondered this in his heart, he suddenly slapped himself across the face.

“Ow!

Damn!

Why does it hurt so much!

This isn’t a dream!” Ding Yajun covered his face, which he had just slapped until it was stinging, and watched as Liu Hun stepped closer and closer to him until his legs softened, and he knelt down obediently.

“Officer Zhao, go find more people, today we’re not only going to take down this betting den, we also need to educate those who came here to gamble,” Liu Hun said as he untied the ropes on Zhao Mingjie’s hands.

Since Ding Yajun confessed honestly, including his henchmen and gamblers, dozens of people were all caught.

Zhao Mingjie, following Liu Hun’s orders, not only called for Shi Jinjun and Ding Qian but also found the chefs from Ying Nanhong’s restaurant.

Dozens of people stood neatly in the place that had once been the gambling area, which was now devoid of gambling tables, replaced instead by a large pot and a few tables set with plates.

“Gambling has a certain taste; everyone here today has only tasted the sweetness, which is why you continue to gamble here.

But I have to tell you guys, even if gambling starts off with a bit of sweetness, it will still end up hurting you in the end!” Liu Hun said to the crowd of gamblers, looking at many people who still didn’t take it seriously, he felt education really needed to be stern, and Ding Yajun and his group needed a harsh lesson.

“Ding Yajun, come over here!

Bring your pack of dogs too,” Liu Hun waved to Ding Yajun, prompting him and Ye Canghai, Xu Liang, and the rest to come to the tables.

“Ding Yajun, we’re not playing the dislocation game today.

You like gambling, right?

Let’s play something you’re good at!

Look closely at the table,” Liu Hun pointed at the dishes on the table and said to Ding Yajun, “This dish here is all one suit, a straight of bamboo.

Don’t you wish for this on the mahjong table?

Now I’ve brought it right to your mouth; have a taste!

Master Zhang specially fried these with extra vegetable oil, just to match the green of these bamboos!”

Ding Yajun felt that if he could call Liu Hun ‘Dad’ and get rid of this situation, he would be willing to call Liu Hun ‘Dad’ for the rest of his life—it really was a dish full of bamboos from the mahjong set!

“Feeling like one suit is not enough?

How about a Pong of tiles!

Look at you, you’re the type who loves to play big hands!

Skilled player!

This one will definitely make you comfortable!” Liu Hun said, pulling the stunned Ding Yajun over to the second dish and asked, “See this?

What is this?”

“Big Three Dragons?” Ding Yajun immediately recognized the mahjong tiles in the dish.

“Ah, innovation at its best!

There’s really someone like that, and it’s you, isn’t it?

See the red dragon here?

It’s spicy flavored—lots of chili!

If you don’t like it, you can eat the green dragon!

Green dragon is sour tasting, and if you don’t like that, you can switch!

Change to the blank tile, just add a little salt, preserving the original flavor of mahjong.

If that doesn’t do it for you, try sniffing the tiles; you might still smell the stench of someone who didn’t wash their hands after peeing.

How invigorating!” Liu Hun introduced the Big Three Dragons to Ding Yajun.

Ding Yajun’s face turned green; he would rather not recognize these mahjong tiles for the rest of his life.

“Still not to your liking?

Great!

I think you’re a reliable guy!

You must have foreseen that today would come, so besides mahjong, you’ve got other gambling paraphernalia!

Look at you, you’ve got everything, a complete variety.

Here are the dice, the very ones we were playing with just now.” Liu Hun, pointing out the dice to Ding Yajun, could tell by the look on Ding Yajun’s face akin to a lost soul returning on the Ghost Festival that his tactic was effective.

“Look at this deck of cards!

A pair of jokers with four twos!

Guaranteed to win money, no doubt about it!

Line up; don’t rush, don’t hide, there’s enough for everyone!

More than enough!” Liu Hun said, and then he laid out the dishes one by one, filled with fried, stir-fried, and steamed gambling tools, in front of Ding Yajun and the others.

“Gambling on the tip of your tongue!

You should really get your fill this time!” Liu Hun handed out chopsticks to Ding Yajun and the others one by one, saying, “It won’t taste good if it gets cold, and if you don’t eat it yourselves, I will have to feed you one by one.

What do you think about that?”

What else to think?

Just eat!

In their hearts, Ding Yajun and the others bitterly complained.

They were all too familiar with Liu Hun’s tactics and had no choice but to steel themselves and eat the gambling tools they used to adore.

“They’ll be fine doing this, right?

Could they get sick from it?” Although Zhao Mingjie felt a sense of relief, she was still worried that this could cause trouble for Liu Hun.

“No worries!

I’m here!

Guaranteed every one of them will walk into the police station with all limbs intact.

These people need to be disciplined!

They must be disciplined harshly enough that in the future, just the sight of these gambling tools will make them shiver, to ensure they won’t continue harming others when they get out,” Liu Hun told Zhao Mingjie confidently, not worried they would suffer any real harm with his Qi at hand.

The tragedy of Fen Ran’s family being destroyed and her divorce made him determined to crack down on these gamblers.

“Everyone take notice, from now on, stop coming to this place.

If you want to try any flavor, you’re all welcome to Ke Yun Lai Restaurant!

If you still miss this place, I reckon the next time someone shows up, they’ll have to take my place here and eat!” Liu Hun loudly declared to all the gamblers as a warning.

In the end, Ding Yajun, Ye Canghai, Xu Liang, and the rest of the group ate the gambling tools and then had to relieve themselves, leaving with sore buttocks and weak limbs, detained one by one into the police station.

After taking down this gambling den in Taiping Town and confiscating 870,000 yuan from Ding Yajun’s home to turn over to the authorities, Liu Hun pocketed the entire 300,000 yuan he won playing dice with Ye Canghai and Ding Yajun, excluding the 50,000 yuan that belonged to him, making a clean profit of 250,000 yuan.

This money was not only sanctioned by Zhao Mingjie to take, but he also wanted it for future development projects in Wanbao Village.

Agriculture was just the first step; he had bigger plans, and all those needed funding.

Ding Yajun, Xu Liang, Ye Canghai, and the others were locked up and fed by the government, so Liu Hun didn’t need to worry about them anymore.

Meanwhile, for her contributions in taking down the gambling den, Zhao Mingjie was promoted to the head of the Taiping Town police station.

Liu Hun himself was commended by Mayor Xie Heguo, who also advanced the resolute and decisive Qin Yue to the forefront, electing her as the new village chief of Wanbao Village.

Whether or not to be the village chief was something Liu Hun was truly pondering.

He needed to engage in agriculture, do business, and make frequent trips to the town.

If he wasn’t often in the village, he could give ammunition to critics, so it might be better to let Qin Yue take on that role.

After all this commotion, Liu Hun now had 315,000 yuan in hand.

He spent 15,000 yuan to slightly refurbish the two-story building and temple, purchased new desks and chairs, and books for the children, and at Du Yueling’s request, he accepted many children from neighboring villages because her time for supportive education was soon up, and she wanted to do more.

The temple had now become the Wanbao Village primary school, and Liu Hun, Du Yueling, and Fen Ran moved into the renovated two-story building, finally having a proper home.

The initial phase of Wanbao Village’s fifty-acre blueberry cultivation trial had been completed, and the orchid flowers promised to Cai Yan had also been successfully planted.

Cai Yan took the successfully planted orchid flowers back to the laboratory.

Before leaving, she only gave Liu Hun a deep look, leaving behind the words, “I’ll come back for you.”