Sun Wenwu was initially just watching the commotion. Fang Bin was usually reliable, but sometimes handled things poorly. Sun wanted to humble him a bit, but didn't expect him to be knocked out by half a pig.
Just as Sun was about to drag Fang back for first aid, he noticed a yellow sphere flying towards Fang Bin from a distance.
"Oh crap!"
Without time to think, Sun Wenwu, who was dragging Fang Bin, headbutted the yellow sphere, only to feel dizzy and pass out himself.
Jiang Ping and the others stared in shock at the weapon—a giant jackfruit.
Once peeled, the fruit is golden and sweet, looking tiny and adorable, but unpeeled, it's a robust brute. It's no wonder this 20-plus-pound jackfruit knocked out the squad leader.
Despite the chaos, they had no time to waste. If the pummeling continued, the flood wouldn't send them off, the villagers' enthusiasm might.
As the iron door of the truck closed, the enthusiastic villagers had no choice but to sigh with regret.
