HLM -Chapter 736 Don’t Mess with Bees

After another long journey, it wasn’t until eight in the evening—long after the sun had set—that Wang Bo finally drove back to town.

That night, he curled up with his laptop to study helicopters. Eva, having just finished her shower, sat nearby and glanced over, asking, “Are you really planning to buy a plane?”

Wang Bo rested his head on the plump thigh of Eva and was just about to reply when Da Pang ran over, jumped onto Eva’s lap, and with his rear, shoved Wang Bo’s head away. Then, he pushed with all his might.

Er Pang immediately took the now-empty spot, stamped on it with his short little legs, and wore a satisfied expression on his chubby face. He yawned and curled up to take a nap.

Wang Bo almost lost his temper. He pushed them both away, ignoring Eva’s question, and shouted, “You two, out!”

The fat cat brothers had been irritable lately. Once pushed away by Wang Bo, they instantly widened their eyes and got ready to scratch him with their little paws.

The political commissar nearby shouted, “Bad cats! These are bad cats!”

It reminded him of the army commander’s situation back when the little parrot first arrived at the castle: the fat cat brothers always tried to eat it and almost succeeded several times.

Wang Bo fought back with fists against Da Pang and Er Pang. Er Pang, realizing he couldn’t win head-on, scrambled up Wang Bo’s back along his pajamas and jumped onto his head with all his might.

Eva was so amused that she shivered with laughter, and her chest bounced even more vigorously.

Wang Bo swallowed hard, grabbed Da Pang, Er Pang, and the two birds, and tossed them all out of the bedroom. He closed the door and jumped onto the bed.

As for the helicopter? He decided to put that aside for now.

After a night of passion, Wang Bo went to work with a grin. Kidd curiously asked if something good had happened. Wang Bo replied, “Give me two fried eggs at lunch—I’m low on nutrients lately.”

“That won’t replenish your nutrients. You need caviar,” Hani, passing by, teased.

Kidd was confused.

Around lunchtime, as Wang Bo walked along the street, a bee buzzed past him. He ignored it and waved it away.

While eating, Kidd’s phone rang. He answered and then stood up, saying, “Boss, we need to check this out—someone’s been stung by a bee.”

Wang Bo lazily sipped his yogurt. “Stung by a bee? Just rub some medicated oil on it, it’ll be fine.”

“What’s medicated oil?”

Wang Bo didn’t think much of it. Getting stung by a bee meant a quick hospital visit or applying some ointment. There were no poisonous bees in New Zealand. He began explaining the wonders of medicated oil.

After understanding, Kidd said bitterly, “Boss, it might be impossible to apply it… because the bee stung him… there.”

Wang Bo froze. “You mean…”

“That’s what the call said,” Kidd smiled. “It’s the first time I’ve heard of someone getting stung there.”

Wang Bo threw down his yogurt and shouted, “Laugh all you want! I thought it was somewhere else! Hurry, this could be serious!”

As he drove out, he saw the town’s ambulance racing away with sirens blaring. Just as he suspected, when a man’s important parts are injured, it’s always a big deal.

Halfway along the Flower Road, a Land Rover SUV was stopped. A man was squatting on the ground, screaming in pain, while a woman panickedly paced nearby.

The police car arrived faster than the ambulance. Wang Bo jumped out and asked, “What happened?”

Seeing the police, the woman grabbed him like a lifeline, tearfully saying, “Please look at Raymond! My God, he got stung in… in his genitals!”

Wang Bo wanted to help, but he didn’t want to see that part, especially since the man squatting there was huge—over two meters tall. He worried it would leave a mental scar.

He said, “Don’t worry, ma’am. The ambulance is on its way. Leave this to the professionals. I’ll check the situation first.”

“Tell me, how did a bee sting your husband… there?”

The woman looked embarrassed. “Is that really important?”

Wang Bo shrugged. “Alright. I just hope next time you handle things in a hotel or inn, not by the roadside.”

Blushing, she explained, “No, no, no, officer. You misunderstood. Raymond was just urinating—he relieved himself by the flowers on the side of the road and got stung.”

The big man was still screaming, “Oh, shit! Help me! I can’t feel it! My God, save me!”

Wang Bo glanced at the surrounding flowers—this was the location of the triangular flowers, blooming in bright purple-red.

He asked, puzzled, “He urinated here?”

The woman nodded sheepishly.

Wang Bo cursed silently. People who court disaster never fail… this was only five or six kilometers from the town center. With an SUV, a quick drive would have sufficed—why urinate by the roadside?

Atulu chimed in, “He didn’t just urinate on the flowers… he intentionally sprayed the bees gathering nectar on the flowers, right?”

The woman nodded even more embarrassedly.

Wang Bo was furious. He almost wanted to give the bees a thumbs-up. Well done!

Kidd said to Atulu, “How did you know? Man, you’re a detective.”

The Maori man grinned, “I’ve done that before, but the bees only stung my pants—I was quick.”

Wang Bo: “…”

The ambulance arrived. The medic quickly got out, asked Raymond a few questions, and had the police help him into the vehicle for treatment.

Atulu peeked inside. Wang Bo kicked him. “Why are you so interested in a man’s private parts?”

The Maori man protested, “I just wanted to learn from experience!”

Suddenly, the woman shouted, “Look! Bees! So many bees! Are they here for revenge?”

Wang Bo was startled by her sharp voice. Following her pointing arm, he saw a swarm indeed flying toward the flowers.

The bees were small, no bigger than his pinky fingertip, light yellow, buzzing in the air. There were over a hundred of them.

Atulu fumbled for a chili spray in his pocket. “No problem, we have weapons!”

The bees weren’t seeking revenge—they weren’t defending a hive. They landed on the triangular flowers to gather nectar.

The ambulance doors opened. The medic came down calmly. The woman rushed to ask, “Doctor, how is my husband? Is he okay down there?”

The medic replied, “Nothing serious. I treated it. Go to the hospital for the rest.”