Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1092 Decompression

"Little bastard! Let's see how arrogant you are this time! Even the gods can't save you!"

Peng Chaoen grinned and cursed with spit flying everywhere, then walked quickly towards Situ Hong with a flattering face.

The car door opened and Situ Hong walked down with the help of his bodyguard. His face was still pale, but at least he could stand steadily.

Seeing this, Peng Chaoen was startled, and then his ecstasy reached its peak.

He originally thought that Jiang Xiaochuan just drove Situ Hong away.

I didn't expect that Situ Hong would suffer such a great crime. This is simply courting death.

"Master Hong! You're finally here!"

Peng Chaoen added fuel to the fire, "Look! It's this fool who doesn't know how to live or die!"

"He just said that you should crawl over to him! He deserves death!"

"I've surrounded him for you. I'm just waiting for your order to..."

Snapped! ! !

A loud and crisp slap landed heavily on Peng Chaoen's face!

Peng Chaoen was stunned!

Covering his face, he stared at the suddenly furious Situ Hong in disbelief, and said blankly: "Hong... Young Master Hong, I am Peng Chaoen."

"I'm going to hit you, you blind idiot!"

Situ Hong was very angry.

He came to Jiang Xiaochuan for help, and this guy jumped out to add fuel to the fire. Who else should he hit if not him?

"Get out of my way! Don't block my way!"

He kicked the dazed Peng Chaoen, in front of everyone's jaw-dropping gazes.

Situ Hong shook off the support of his bodyguard and staggered towards Jiang Xiaochuan, his enemy whom he was supposed to have torn into pieces.

He rushed forward almost crawling!

Peng Chaoen covered his face, stunned.

Looking at Situ Hong's panicked back, I felt like the whole world was collapsing.

There must be a mistake.

Peng Chaoen subconsciously reached out and scratched his numb scalp.

After thinking about it, he felt that Situ Hong must have been suffering from physical torture.

What kind of illusion must I have that makes me have such a strange attitude towards Jiang Xiaochuan?

Yes, that must be the case.

Peng Chaoen gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and once again stood in front of Situ Hong like a wooden stake.

In fact, no matter whether this is the case or not, Peng Chaoen will rush over.

Because, in his opinion, this is the only chance to bring down Jiang Xiaochuan while still being able to survive!

Situ Hong was already filled with anger at bowing to his enemy.

Seeing that this idiot Peng Chaoen dared to block his way, he glared at him and slapped him even harder!

"Snapped!"

The sound was louder than before, and the force was so strong that Peng Chaoen staggered on the spot, and half of his face swelled up instantly.

Situ Hong shook his numb wrist, and suddenly his eyes lit up -

Beating this idiot is actually quite stress-relieving?

After two slaps, Peng Chaoen's face swelled up like a pig's head.

Miraculously, most of the annoyance in Situ Hong's chest dissipated, and even his breathing became smoother.

He simply put his hands on his hips and pointed at Peng Chaoen with a bad taste in his mouth: "You! Come here! Stand still for me!"

Peng Chaoen was so frightened that he shuddered and his back teeth were chattering.

The impulsive decision I made just now was simply courting death!

But Situ Hong obviously would not give up.

He could only shrink his neck and move forward in three steps, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Situ Hong swung his arms left and right, slapping hard and fast.

Every time Peng Chaoen was hit, it felt like being hit by a club. His head was buzzing and blood foam from the corners of his mouth splattered on the ground.

In the end, he couldn't even stand steadily and was swaying by instinct, completely turning into a red and swollen pig's head.

“Hiss… So cool!”

Situ Hong shook his hot wrist, his face showing unconcealable excitement.

After this beating, his confidence that he was the best in the world returned.

When he came in front of Jiang Xiaochuan, he habitually wanted to straighten his back.

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he remembered the hidden dangers of his body and forced himself to hold them back. He stiffened his neck and squeezed out two words: "Save me!"

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at him sideways, a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Is this your attitude when asking for help?"

Situ Hong's face flushed red, his fists clenched and unclenched, and he was torn between his conscience and his conscience.

Finally, the fear that penetrated deep into his bones overcame his dignity. "Please... please save me."

Jiang Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

It seems that the vicious feeling is really unpleasant. This second-generation rich man became cowardly faster than expected.

"Hand out."

Jiang Xiaochuan said lightly.

Situ Hong's eyes lit up and he immediately stretched out his hand. At his wrist, a wisp of black air twisted slightly, revealing a cold and weird feeling.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes fixed, and his fingers moved like lightning, poking at the acupoint on Situ Hong's wrist!

"Ow—!"

Situ Hong was caught off guard and screamed in pain. He tried to pull his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

"You can't even bear this little bit of hardship? Go back and wait for death."

Jiang Xiaochuan said expressionlessly.

Situ Hong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He seriously suspected that Jiang Xiaochuan was deliberately making trouble for him, but he had no evidence.

Thinking of the bone-gnawing pain, he could only endure the humiliation and tremblingly stretched out his swollen and painful wrist again.

The following "treatment" was like torture, and Jiang Xiaochuan specifically targeted sensitive acupuncture points.

Situ Hong was sweating profusely from the pain and his lips were bitten, but he managed to hold on without making a sound.

This made Jiang Xiaochuan look at him with a new respect.

After enough trouble, a barely perceptible black light appeared at the tip of Jiang Xiaochuan's finger, and he pointed at the source of the black energy.

The black air was pulled out bit by bit as if by an invisible force.

As the black gas leaves the body.

The air between the two of them dropped several degrees in an instant, and a cold and dead atmosphere filled the air.