The middle-aged man threatened madly, his face utterly obnoxious.
"Today, I must teach you a profound lesson, or you'll suffer later!"
Mu Feng directly lifted him. With a snap, his wrist was broken.
The middle-aged man screamed like a slaughtered pig. He clutched his wrist with his other hand, sweat pouring down his face from the pain.
"My hand, my hand is broken! How am I supposed to teach now?" his voice trembled.
"You, a rotten apple, should stay in the trash can where you belong. This sacred profession, do you deserve to defile it?"
As he spoke, Mu Feng picked up the middle-aged man as if he were a dead pig.
He scanned his surroundings and spotted a large trash bin not far away. With a smile, he walked towards it.
Gu Yan'er, terrified, covered her mouth and tiptoed after him, not daring to breathe.
"What what are you going to do? Kid, I'll definitely make you pay!" the middle-aged man struggled while being carried, but it was futile.
Mu Feng grinned, "Since you're a rotten apple, of course, you should be thrown in the trash can. Should I worship you instead?"
Many people gathered, starting to applaud.
Soon, Mu Feng reached the trash bin. He directly opened the lid and shoved the middle-aged man into the foul-smelling bin.
Inside the trash bin, cockroaches and flies were everywhere. The middle-aged man cried out, his stomach churning.
"It stinks so much! Pull me out, quickly pull me out!" he yelled hysterically.
However, Mu Feng not only didn't pull him out but shoved him further in. With a bang, the trash lid was slammed shut.
After this, the scene erupted in enthusiastic applause.
"This is truly satisfying! That troublemaker has finally been taught a harsh lesson!"
"Exactly! He's a role model for us. I hope he'll be more restrained in the future and not think he's so great!"
The onlookers railed, no one pitying the middle-aged man.
At this moment, someone walked up to Mu Feng and reminded him, "Handsome guy, you really need to be careful. This guy claims to be an elective course teacher at the university, but he's actually a temporary hire, brought in from society specifically to teach Western pastry. His name is Zhao Lao San, and he has a vicious streak. It's better to keep a low profile from now on!"
Mu Feng nodded, "Thanks for the reminder!"
In the dark, suffocating trash can, the middle-aged man, Zhao Lao San, struggled ceaselessly.
However, with his wrist broken, he was trapped inside and couldn't get out.
"Mr. Mu, didn't we go a bit too far? I'd never heard of him having such a background. What if he causes trouble for us?"
Gu Yan'er's face turned pale with fear. Seeing him still cursing from inside the trash can, she knew he was no ordinary person.
"Don't worry. You go back to the dorm first. I'll handle his matters perfectly. Don't overthink this!" Mu Feng patted her shoulder.
Gu Yan'er nodded and walked back to her dorm on campus.
Mu Feng stretched and then got into his car to leave.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Lao San finally managed to break free from the trash can.
His body was covered in various husks and shells. Flies buzzed around him, and the stench drove away everyone who passed by.
Zhao Lao San clenched his fists, cursing, "Kid, I will never let you off! You ran away, but can your sister escape? I'll make you regret this, I'll make all of you regret it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cockroach crawled up his pant leg.
"Ah, no, no, don't bite me..."
Zhao Lao San saw this clearly. He couldn't unsee it.
He then collapsed to the ground, kicking his legs and roaring, "There are bugs everywhere, all bugs..."
At the same time, Mu Feng was driving and waiting for a traffic light when he heard cries for help from behind his car.
In a black Passat, a middle-aged man in a suit was pleading, "Doctor, where is a doctor? Please save my father..."
An old man in a Tang suit lay semi-conscious in the back seat.
Beep beep beep, cars behind were honking, clearly complaining about the Passat blocking traffic.
Helpless, the middle-aged man got out of his car and drove it onto the curb.
"Dad, what should we do? It's rush hour now, and it takes a full hour to get to the hospital. Your condition can't wait!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted again, "Please, save my father, who can save him?"
Mu Feng, who was waiting, frowned. He quickly pulled his car aside and walked over.
"I can save your father. Lay him flat on the ground!" Mu Feng said calmly.
The middle-aged man immediately frowned, "Are you a doctor?"
Clearly, he doubted the young man's identity.
Mu Feng nodded, "Indeed. The old gentleman's condition is not optimistic. Without immediate emergency care, there is a risk to his life!"
"I know you can cure my father. I'll pay any amount!"
The middle-aged man hesitated, but with no other options, he decided to let the young man treat him.
Mu Feng ignored the middle-aged man, his only concern being the patient's life.
He took out acupuncture needles, preparing to perform emergency treatment.
However, the middle-aged man, seeing this, rushed forward angrily, "What are you doing? Poking my father with needles? Are you trying to kill him?"
Mu Feng glanced at him coldly, "Don't speak if you don't understand. This is called acupuncture, understand?"
"Are you kidding me? Acupuncture? I won't allow you to touch my father!" the middle-aged man blocked his path with his arms.
Mu Feng chuckled, "How interesting. You said it yourself. If you don't want the old man to get better, no amount of persuasion will help!"
With that, he began to pack up his needles, preparing to leave.
After all, while Mu Feng could save people from dire straits, he wasn't one to force his help on unwilling recipients.
Suddenly, the elder coughed violently, spitting blood everywhere.
The middle-aged man was terrified and at a loss. Seeing that his only hope was leaving.
He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, blocking him again, "I was rude just now. Please forgive my ignorance and continue to treat my father!"