"I'll go check on him! And I'll drop by to see my three classmates," Shawn Young said.
"Okay, but remember, the details of Plan B are strictly confidential. Don't breathe a word to anyone, because we're about to take action," Rainie Cheng said.
"Huh? That soon..." Shawn Young was a bit surprised.
"It's not really that soon. Acting now is the only way to avoid suspicion from the Thirteen Enforcers and the Blue Wolf Syndicate. So you need to show up as Gavin Grant as soon as possible. As for school, I've already arranged for someone to get you a leave of absence," Rainie Cheng explained.
"Hmm... Leave of absence? Who did you ask to do that for me? What reason did you give?" Shawn Young was curious.
"Oh, your female classmate, also from your hometown—Joanna Gong. Heh... that girl really cares about you! I told her I was your cousin from Beijing and needed you for a few days for something urgent. She kept asking questions, so I told her I knew your family wasn't well-off, and I was taking you out to find a part-time job. We're in the trial period for three days. She even wanted to come along, can you believe it..." Rainie Cheng sighed.
"Oh... I see!" Shawn nodded, but in his mind, he pictured Joanna Gong's gorgeous face and impressive figure. If he could really work with her, that would be awesome! Just the thought made him excited...
"Bro, come with me to see Gavin Grant—Juice King. I love watching that guy get unlucky, hehe!" Country Grunt (Simon Tsai) said with a sinister grin.
"Yeah, you two go ahead. This isn't really something Lilian Grace and I should watch... Once it's sorted, everyone get ready. I'll go prep with Lilian Grace first." Rainie Cheng said, pulling Lilian Grace away.
Shawn Young pushed Country Grunt (Simon Tsai) into the room across the hall. The moment they entered, they saw Juice King (Gavin Grant) wearing a hospital gown, bandaged up like a mummy. The source of all his trouble was still oozing blood, and most notably, a plastic tube was inserted right in the middle—clearly for urination. There was a spittoon at the bedside for his pee, and two plainclothes cops stood guard nearby.
Juice King was lying flat on the bed, still frozen in that weird praying mantis pose from when Shawn Young hit him with the Freeze Spell—legs spread wide, face twisted in agony, sweat beading on his forehead. He looked so bizarre that Shawn couldn’t help but wonder: with that plastic tube stuck right there, how was he supposed to pee?
Country Grunt waved off the two plainclothes cops guarding Juice King. As soon as they left, he started banging on his wheelchair's armrest, laughing like a madman. Juice King’s neck was so stiff he couldn’t turn his head, but his eyeballs could still roll and his mouth still worked. The moment he heard Country Grunt’s mocking laughter, he swiveled his eyes over.
When he saw Country Grunt (Simon Tsai), Juice King (Gavin Grant) immediately started cursing, his voice full of venom: "Country Grunt, you scumbag! Came to laugh at me, huh? Just wait till I’m back on my feet—I’ll smash your old bones to dust!"
Country Grunt (Simon Tsai) grinned wickedly, "Heh, Juice King, I doubt you’ll get that chance! I brought him here just to spice things up for you, give you a little stimulation. You know this guy, right?"
Juice King rolled his eyes at Shawn Young and shuddered like he’d seen a ghost. He wailed, "You brat! What kind of black magic did you use on me? Hurry up and let me go—I haven’t peed for a whole day and night! It hurts! And my precious jewels, you wrecked them! Boo hoo..."
Juice King’s face twisted with grief and despair as he kept shouting, "You brat, mark my words! If I ever get the chance, I’ll crush your nuts for revenge! Damn it... I won’t be able to sleep with women ever again! Boo hoo..."
Shawn Young was taken aback. "Oh, sorry! I thought you were fine, but I guess I was wrong."
"You stomped on me like I was made of steel, and you think I’m fine? If you’re so tough, let me stomp you and see how you like it! Damn brat, all you do is talk trash!" Juice King wanted to jump up and strangle Shawn Young, but unfortunately, he couldn’t move.
Country Grunt cackled, "Hahaha, Juice King, you’re supposed to be a big shot on the Dragon and Tiger List, but today you can’t even take a leak. Must be feeling pretty frustrated, huh?"
"Screw you, Country Grunt! If I ever recover, I’ll smash your egg yolks to bits!" Juice King screamed, totally worked up.
Shawn Young was in a hurry to visit the other three—Xu Dong and the gang—so he quietly recited the spell’s incantation, pointed at Juice King, and shouted, "Release!"
Suddenly, Juice King's waist relaxed and a powerful urge to pee hit him. After holding it in for a whole day and night, he couldn’t control it anymore—urine soaked through his bandages, filling the room with a pungent stench. As the pressure eased, Juice King let out a huge sigh of relief and turned to Shawn Young, "You brat! I really got sunk by you this time. No idea what kind of black magic you used, but you’re the first to mess me up like this! Still, if you ever meet our boss, you’ll see what real sorcery looks like! Hmph!"
"Oh, really? I’d love to see that for myself someday!" Shawn Young replied honestly, his curiosity about magic burning stronger than ever.
"Damn! If you ever meet our boss, you’ll be lucky to get out alive! Ugh, forget it—Country Grunt is still here! That bastard’s got no skills, but he’s born to be a traitor! Like a dog, really. It’s only fun when I smack his head around. Speaking of which, Country Grunt, can I bash your skull a few more times? I kinda miss it..." Juice King started ranting at Country Grunt, his words getting nastier by the second.
Country Grunt’s face turned green with rage. He’d joined Juice King for the kidnapping of the Grace siblings, and his head had taken plenty of hits. Here he was, a top undercover cop and police elite, getting treated like a dog by Juice King. Feeling especially frustrated, Country Grunt glanced around the room—only he and Shawn Young were left. He rolled his wheelchair up to Juice King, sneered, and asked, "Juice King, you sure enjoy cursing me, huh? There’s something I’ve always wondered—how did you guys figure out I was undercover?"
"Country Grunt! You backstabbing bastard, I curse you as a favor! Look at you—can’t even hack it in the underworld! No skills, don’t touch drugs, and you won’t even sleep with women who throw themselves at you! What are you good for? What’s the point of your junk, just letting it rust? Seriously, what makes you think you’re gangster material? You don’t even have the vibe! Your acting sucks, you know that? Everyone knew you were a mole, except you! Total failure! I don’t get why your boss picked you for undercover work! Dumbass... Just seeing your head makes me want to smack it..." Juice King ranted on, not giving Country Grunt an ounce of respect, totally missing the fact that Country Grunt was about to snap.
"Enough out of you! You think I don’t have a temper? Go to hell!" Country Grunt finally snapped, swung his fist, and punched Juice King right in the wound!
Bang! Country Grunt’s punch knocked Juice King’s plastic tube deeper into the wound, jamming it right into the injury.
"Aaaah! Oh my god! It hurts... It freaking hurts!" Juice King howled like a banshee as a fresh streak of blood oozed from his crotch.