"This whole thing was initiated by Du Weicai from the start. I didn't provoke him, but he wanted to offer his daughter to me."
"His daughter is indeed exceptionally beautiful. For a moment, I couldn't resist and fell into his trap."
Deng Dashao sobbed as he prostrated himself before Mu Feng, pleading in distress, "It's really not my fault; it's all Du Wei causing trouble."
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have done those things."
"Considering I haven't caused you any trouble today, can you spare my life?"
"I really can't take much more. If this continues, I might actually die!"
"You said you would let me go..."
The whimpering sobs echoed.
Mu Feng's expression was calm. He took out a cigarette and lit it, a cold arc curving on his lips. "I said I'd make you remember, and I definitely won't let you off so easily."
"Next time you want to do something, you should first think about how much torment this pain has brought you."
"By then, you'll understand what it means to think twice before acting."
"You won't be as impulsive as you are now."
Deng Dashao wished he could just end it all right then and there.
The pain had completely shattered his mental state.
He had never been beaten in his life until he met Mu Feng, first being slapped, and now enduring this agonizing pain.
An intense hatred simmered within him.
This wasn't directed at Mu Feng, but at Du Weicai.
If it weren't for that old bastard, he wouldn't have ended up in this state.
After about five minutes passed.
Deng Dashao finally felt the pain in his body slowly recede like a tide.
A spark of vitality gradually returned to his eyes, and his gaze became clearer.
But his eyes now held a boundless hatred, almost tangible.
At this moment, he had only one thought.
"Revenge!"
"You can leave now. If you want to cause me trouble again, I'll be ready anytime."
"But you'd better remember today's outcome. I've already shown you mercy. As for whether you've learned your lesson, at least now you seem to understand fear."
"However, people are forgetful."
As he said this, Mu Feng's lips curved into a sinister smile. "I've prepared a little extra punishment for you."
"To prevent you from being too forgetful."
"After all, the young master of Deng Group is a person of noble status."
Hearing this, Deng Dashao trembled with fear. The small lesson he just received had already made him wish for death. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain another small punishment would inflict.
He quickly knelt on the ground, weeping and begging, "Please, don't inflict any more torture on me. I truly regret my actions."
"I promise I'll never appear before you again. I'll stay as far away from you as possible."
"I really know I was wrong. Give me another chance!"
"This whole thing was Du Weicai's doing. I'll go deal with that old bastard right now."
"Please, don't lay a hand on me!"
Mu Feng turned a deaf ear to his words and flicked a silver needle.
His smile grew more pronounced. "I've just given you an acupuncture treatment. For the next few years, you'll experience five minutes of this pain every day."
"Don't worry, it won't be long, just five minutes. You'll get through it."
Deng Dashao's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Fear had already taken root in his heart, and the words he wanted to utter were choked back.
He desperately wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.
"You should leave. Before I change my mind, it's best you disappear from my sight. Otherwise, if I'm in a bad mood, I might take it out on you."
Hearing this, Deng Dashao didn't dare to say another word.
His only thought now was to get out and find a way to resolve this matter with Mu Feng.
To endure such pain for years, five minutes of agony every day, was like being plunged into hell and subjected to inhuman torment.
This was something he couldn't even dare to imagine. He couldn't fathom if he would even survive if it continued.
Mu Feng watched Deng Dashao's retreating back, a cold smile on his face. "I hope you learn your lesson, or you'll have nowhere to go to regret it."
After Deng Dashao left, without any hesitation, he immediately ran towards the Du residence.
As soon as he arrived, he saw Du Weicai having doctors examine his son.
"Are you all useless? My son's face is contorted in pain, he looks half-dead, and you're telling me you can't find any symptoms?"
"I spend so much money on you every year. What use are you all, you good-for-nothings?"
"If you can't cure my son's pain today, every single one of you can pack your bags!"
Those were his family doctors, three of them, all considered above average in medical skill in the city.
But the three doctors were at a loss, exchanging glances. They had never encountered such a strange illness, let alone treat it.
"Master Du, we are truly powerless."
"We've never even heard of this condition, let alone treat your son."
"The one who tied the bell must untie it. You need to find the person who poisoned your son to cure him."
After speaking, the doctor turned and left without a moment's delay. With his medical expertise, finding another job was easy; why endure being yelled at here?
However, just then, Deng Dashao immediately called out to them.
"Wait for me. If you can't diagnose his condition, then examine what's wrong with me."
"If you can find out what poison I've ingested, I'll generously give each of you at least a million dollars today."
"It's fine if you can't figure it out."
Du Weicai finally saw Deng Dashao, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurried over. "Young Master Deng, how did things go? Did you manage to bring my daughter back?"
Hearing this, Deng Dashao nearly exploded.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and delivered a fierce slap.
"Slap!"
The crisp sound of the slap echoed.
Du Weicai's face stung with pain. His heart skipped a beat, and a very bad premonition washed over him.
To be slapped right upon arrival, with the rage burning in those eyes almost tangible, it was clear the mission had failed.