Farting Yellow Pants

“Oh my, why are you lying on the ground?”

Yan Zhi glanced at An Yi, puzzled.

Of all people, why did it have to be her?!

An Yi felt like crying but had no tears left. If there was one person in this world he never wanted to see again, Yan Zhi would undoubtedly be at the top of that list.

Yan Zhi walked over, looking down at An Yi, who was pretending to be unconscious on the ground. She extended her long, slender leg and nudged his back with her foot. “Stop faking. Your breathing is steady and even—clearly not unconscious.”

Busted, An Yi awkwardly opened his eyes and rubbed his chest where he’d been punched earlier. “That guy hit me so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. Almost knocked me out.”

“You look perfectly healthy to me,” Yan Zhi said, studying him with a raised eyebrow.

An Yi: “…”

This woman is poison!

How could such a sacred white uniform, meant for law enforcers, end up draped over the shoulders of someone like her?!

After gaining some newfound strength, An Yi had planned to teach Fu a proper lesson. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Yan Zhi outside the supermarket, leading five or six law enforcers toward them.

So he pretended to be beaten into a coma, hoping to escape the situation.

And now, to make matters worse, the store owner just had to drag him back into it!

Yan Zhi cracked her knuckles, grinning. “Even though it’s our first meeting, for some reason, I really feel like punching you!”

Something about him seemed familiar—his silhouette, his figure… it all felt eerily similar.

Never underestimate a law enforcer’s intuition.

An Yi forced a smile. “Officer, I’m just an ordinary supermarket clerk. We’ve never met before—you must be mistaken.”

“Officer, don’t let him off! You absolutely can’t let him go! He’s the one who wrecked my store!”

With the law enforcers backing him up, the store owner grew bolder, glaring at An Yi with undisguised hatred.

That hulking brute was one of Young Master Qiu’s men—someone she definitely couldn’t afford to provoke. Getting compensation out of him was unrealistic.

But this kid? Much easier to bully. He wrecked her store, so she’d make sure he paid for every last bit of it!

Qiu Xu chimed in righteously, “That’s right! Not only did he trash the place, but he also beat me up like this! Officer, you have to bring him to justice!”

Lan Yihe, playing the role of a sycophant, quickly added, “Absolutely, absolutely! This guy’s a total savage—he even knocked out one of my molars!”

Yan Zhi narrowed her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kid, didn’t expect you to be such a fighter.”

And not a weak one at that. Hmph!

Lan Ruoxi hurriedly defended An Yi, “Officer, don’t listen to them! They were the ones who started the trouble!”

“Started trouble? The supermarket has surveillance. We’ll see who really started what!” Qiu Xu’s voice was sharp.

The footage clearly showed An Yi throwing punches—first at Lan Yihe, then at Qiu Xu himself.

At the very least, those two moments alone would leave An Yi with no room for excuses.

And with Qiu Xu’s team of top-notch lawyers, he could easily land this guy behind bars for a few years.

He cast a disdainful glance at Lan Ruoxi.

See? This is the power of influence. What future could you possibly have with some thug who only knows how to throw fists?

Qiu Xu laughed—loudly, arrogantly.

And then, a sharp, unmistakable sound pierced the air.

Pfffft!

Qiu Xu’s face turned ghostly pale.

That unmistakable, liquidy noise… He had just shit himself.

The entire supermarket was instantly engulfed in an overwhelming stench.

Yan Zhi, who had a strong aversion to filth, scowled in disgust. “Have some decency!”

Qiu Xu’s face twisted in humiliation.

Being beaten up in public was one thing. But shitting himself in front of everyone—especially in front of two beautiful women?

He wanted to die.

Why now, of all times?!

Gurgle… gurgle…

His stomach let out another ominous rumble.

Oh no…

Qiu Xu’s expression contorted in agony. Another explosive sound erupted, and the stench in the supermarket grew even more unbearable.

Yan Zhi’s face turned icy.

“It’s him! I remember now—it has to be him! The cola he gave me was tainted!” Qiu Xu growled through gritted teeth.

The store owner’s face drained of color at his words.

Drinks could be mishandled, but accusations like this? Dangerous!

Out of all the beverages in the supermarket, why did An Yi specifically grab one from the storage room?

Of course, it was deliberate…

“This drink is expired,” one of the law enforcers picked up the discarded can and checked the date.

The store owner stammered, “I—I’m sorry! It was an oversight on my part! I’ll pay the fine and correct this immediately!”

“Officer, I have evidence! This woman has been hoarding expired goods in the storage room!” An Yi quickly raised his hand.

“You—!”

The store owner’s face flushed crimson as she glared at An Yi, her eyes burning with enough hatred to strangle him on the spot.

Yan Zhi motioned to the other law enforcers. “You two—check the storage room.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The two enforcers opened the storage room door.

What they saw left everyone stunned.

Shelves were in shambles, goods scattered and destroyed as if a tornado had torn through the place.

Broken packaging, spilled drinks mixed with shattered glass—the scene was nothing short of catastrophic.

The store owner stood frozen, her mind blank.

Every last piece of expired stock—all of it—had been destroyed by this bastard!

“Damn you, An Yi! You’ll pay for this with your life! I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your days paying me back!” The store owner shrieked, her voice bordering on hysteria.

To her, this was nothing less than a financial massacre.

Yan Zhi picked up a crushed bag of chips, examining the date. “But… these are all expired. Consuming spoiled food can be deadly.”

Expired? All she had to do was slap on a new label and resell them!

Of course, the store owner couldn’t say that out loud. Instead, she stammered, “T-These were all scheduled for disposal! But now they’re completely ruined—how am I supposed to clean this up?!”

“Your handiwork?” Yan Zhi turned her gaze back to An Yi.

Qiu Xu smirked.

Perfect.

This idiot didn’t even need any interference—he’d dug his own grave. A natural-born troublemaker!

An Yi didn’t deny it. Calmly, he said, “Yes. I did it.”

“An Yi…”

Lan Ruoxi clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. With An Yi admitting it outright, she had no idea how to defend him now.

Not even a shred of room for excuses.

Yan Zhi demanded, “Why?”

An Yi shrugged. “Because I was afraid this shady business would just slap new expiration dates on them and put them back on the shelves.”

“That’s slander!”

The store owner cut him off with a roar. “I was gathering all the expired products for proper disposal! How dare you accuse me like this?! Officer, he’s defaming me—he has to compensate for that too!”

“Oh? Really?”

An Yi grinned—a mischievous, knowing smirk.

Slowly, he pulled out his phone… and played the recording.