Hearing Zhang Heng's words, Wu Shengnan asked in bewilderment, "Minister Zhang, why would President Feipu have trouble, and why would Mr. Cheng cause it?"
Zhang Heng took a hard drag from his cigarette.
He said, "Little Wu, you don't understand Little Fan's character well enough!"
"This kid is incredibly smart, but also incredibly mischievous."
"If he encounters someone he dislikes, he'll come up with all sorts of ways to torment them!"
"I'm worried that if Feipu falls into his hands, he'll be in for a rough time!"
"Hahaha, you mean there's a show like this to watch!" a special police officer couldn't help but burst into laughter and exclaim.
Zhang Heng's gaze turned cold instantly. "Are you happy?"
"You want to watch a show?"
"Tell me, what show do you want to watch?"
"Speak!"
"Uh!"
The special police officer choked.
He had forgotten that when he was caught up in his own emotions, his superior was right there.
Wasn't this a bit too presumptuous?
"I'm sorry, Minister Zhang,"
the special police officer quickly said, "It's my fault, I laughed at the wrong time!"
"I shouldn't have laughed on this occasion!"
Zhang Heng gave him a fierce glare.
He barked, "Get lost!"
"Yes!"
The special police officer saluted, turned, and walked to the side.
Zhang Heng smoked two cigarettes in a row.
Suddenly.
A rough voice from the guest room, Cheng Xiaofan's, could be heard.
"Old Feipu, get down on your knees."
"No, this kneeling isn't forceful enough!"
"There should be a loud thud when your knees hit the ground."
"Only then will it show your sincerity to me."
Immediately!
Bang!
The sound of knees hitting the ground was heard.
"Good, that's pretty good!"
Cheng Xiaofan continued, "You old geezer, you're quite good at this!"
"Now, you can start slapping yourself!"
"I'll sit here and count for you."
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
The sound of slapping immediately came from inside.
"This kid, he's really gone all out!"
Zhang Heng's face turned as black as ink with anger.
With a bang, he kicked the door open.
At this moment, Zhang Heng saw Cheng Xiaofan leaning back on the sofa.
With his legs crossed, he was smoking.
And Feipu was kneeling opposite him, continuously slapping himself.
Both his cheeks were swollen.
This kid!
Who was he dealing with?
The president of a nation!
You made him kneel before you and slap himself!
Did a pig dig into your brain?
What kind of impact would this have if word got out!
"Cheng Xiaofan, you've gone too far!"
Zhang Heng roared, furious, "How could you treat President Feipu like this!"
"You're too presumptuous!"
"You..."
"You!"
He was so angry he didn't know what else to say.
Unexpectedly!
Feipu, after hearing Zhang Heng's words, became anxious.
He quickly said, "Mr. Zhang Heng, you can't speak to Divine Doctor Cheng like that!"
"He is treating me, helping me detoxify!"
"His method of detoxification is very novel!"
"It's my first time trying this method of detoxification."
Hearing this, Zhang Heng was stunned.
Kneeling on the ground and slapping oneself to detoxify!
This was something even a ghost wouldn't believe.
The funny thing was, Feipu's face was swollen like a steamed bun, yet he looked like he was enjoying it. Was this what they called masochistic?
"President Feipu, doesn't your face hurt?"
Zhang Heng asked with some concern.
Feipu immediately shrugged his shoulders.
And shook his head.
He said, "No, not at all!"
"..." Zhang Heng was utterly speechless.
Your face doesn't hurt!
But my face does.
Your answer is like slapping me in the face, isn't it?
"Xiaofan, are you really detoxifying President Feipu?" he asked Cheng Xiaofan, still enraged, with wide eyes.
Cheng Xiaofan imitated Feipu's shrug.
He said with a smile, "Teacher, didn't Old Feipu just tell you?"
"When I came in, I told you that Old Feipu's condition is special and that I might need to use unconventional methods to treat him."
"And I'll tell you, I don't use this method to treat just anyone."
"I also told Feipu that this treatment consumes a lot of my inner yuan."
"He needs to pay me a consultation fee."
Feipu immediately said, "Divine Doctor Cheng, please rest assured, I won't shortchange you on any consultation fee you ask for!"
He then said to Zhang Heng, "Mr. Zhang, please take your men and leave!"
"Don't delay Divine Doctor Cheng's treatment of me!"
"Alright, I'll leave!" Zhang Heng said helplessly.
As he was about to leave, he glared at Cheng Xiaofan again.
Signaling him not to go too far.
Don't beat Feipu until he's unrecognizable and can't face anyone.
Otherwise!
He wouldn't know how to explain it to his superiors.
He left the room and closed the door behind him.
He even deliberately left a small crack.
So he could monitor the situation inside at any time.
At the same time!
Doubts arose in his mind.
Did Feipu have some kind of leverage that Cheng Xiaofan had caught him with?
Otherwise, why would he and Cheng Xiaofan cooperate so well!
The more Zhang Heng thought about it, the more suspicious he became.
The more he thought, the more his head ached.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
The slaps from inside grew louder and louder.
"Divine Doctor Cheng, can I slap myself more?" Feipu seemed to be addicted to it, asking Cheng Xiaofan while slapping his own face.
Cheng Xiaofan laughed heartily and said, "Mr. Feipu, you can slap as much as you want."
"If you can slap yourself unconscious, the toxins in your body will be expelled more thoroughly!"
"Divine Doctor Cheng, thank you for your guidance!"
Feipu immediately replied, "I believe I can slap myself unconscious!"
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Listening to the sound, Zhang Heng felt a pang of pain.
This wasn't slapping oneself.
It was clearly an attempt to beat oneself to death!
Zhang Heng wanted to rush in again.
To stop Feipu from slapping himself.
But thinking of Feipu's crazed obsession with slapping himself.
He couldn't help but shake his head.
Would bursting in again provoke Feipu's wrath?
After hesitating a few times.
Zhang Heng finally suppressed his impulse.
After all, Feipu was slapping himself.
He wouldn't beat himself to death.
"Give me another cigarette!"
Zhang Heng said to a nearby special police officer in a commanding tone.
The special police officer took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He said, "Minister Zhang, take this whole half pack!"
Zhang Heng didn't stand on ceremony, he took the half pack of cigarettes.
He pulled one out, lit it.
Took a deep drag, and sighed inwardly.
Fragrant!
This cigarette is truly fragrant!
Zhang Heng leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed.
As he was savoring the lingering smoke, he suddenly heard a thudding sound from the guest room.
The sound was like a piece of wood falling to the ground.
Then he heard Cheng Xiaofan's voice.
"Wow!"
"This old geezer really hit hard!"
"He actually slapped himself unconscious and fell to the ground!"