Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 355: Baozi (steamed stuffed bun)?_1

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Baozi (steamed stuffed bun)?_1

Yang Meifeng was already feeling pissed off and had been wanting to vent her frustrations.

Now that someone had come looking for trouble, she welcomed it, "Rules? Who the hell are you to talk to me about rules..."

Slap!

Without any warning, Zhang Hongyan slapped Yang Meifeng across the face.

The slap was so sudden and fierce, and since Zhang Hongyan was strong from killing fish for a living, Yang Meifeng couldn’t dodge in time and was knocked to the ground.

"This, you bitch, is the rule!"

Zhang Hongyan snorted coldly, glanced around, and instantly two people stepped forward, grabbed Yang Meifeng from the ground, one on each side, and forced her to kneel before Zhang Hongyan.

"Murder..."

Yang Meifeng was terrified and immediately started screaming for help.

Too bad for her, Zhang Hongyan was faster; she stuffed the sock she had prepared straight into Yang Meifeng’s mouth.

Zhang Hongyan, who has been killing fish for a long time while wearing sneakers, always had athlete’s foot. The odor from her socks was unbearable for anyone.

Yang Meifeng, who was always extremely particular about cleanliness, especially in taking care of herself, was on the verge of collapsing the moment her lips touched the sock.

Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!

It was a stench that went from her nose straight to her forehead, worse than any pigsty or dung pit she had passed by as a child.

Oh my God!

How could there be women in the world with socks this smelly?

But alas, at that moment, she was unable to utter a single word, only the tears of humiliation slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"The newcomer is quite arrogant, huh?"

Zhang Hongyan bent down, grabbed Yang Meifeng’s cheek, and pinched it hard a few times, "Let me introduce myself: I’m Zhang Hongyan, and everyone here calls me Sister Yan."

"You come in here with a sour face and don’t even talk to me. What’s the matter? Look down on us, do you?"

Slap, slap! Zhang Hongyan slapped her across the face twice more.

After a few slaps, Yang Meifeng finally quieted down, mainly because she couldn’t stand the stench from the sock in her mouth.

She moved her lips pitifully, her big eyes begging the other person, as if she had something to say.

Zhang Hongyan hummed through her nose and slapped Yang Meifeng again, speaking indifferently, "Want to talk now?"

Yang Meifeng nodded repeatedly.

"Alright then."

Zhang Hongyan’s mouth lifted into a slight smirk, raising her fist threateningly, "But if you dare scream, I’ll kill you!"

Yang Meifeng’s lips moved, as if to agree.

"Let her talk."

Zhang Hongyan grunted, and one of her subordinates, holding their nose with one hand, removed the sock with the other.

"Help! Murder! Zhang Hongyan is murdering people..."

Suddenly, the rescued Yang Meifeng screamed at the top of her lungs, using all her might as if drawing from the strength of a nursing child, desperate to stay alive.

Instantly, the screams of "Zhang Hongyan is murdering people" echoed through the detention room.

"You’re asking for it!"

Zhang Hongyan was furious, shoved the sock back into Yang Meifeng’s mouth, and at the same time swung her fist, heavy as a sandbag, pummeling Yang Meifeng’s stomach violently.

She didn’t dare to slap Yang Meifeng’s face, for if the female instructor saw it, she was sure to end up in the solitary cell.

The other accomplices were also infuriated and, following Zhang Hongyan, began to punch and kick Yang Meifeng.

Clang, clang, clang!

The female instructor, hearing the commotion, came strolling in with her baton in hand.

Zhang Hongyan, hearing the noise, immediately ceased her actions and signaled to her underlings with her eyes. Getting the cue, two of them leaned forward, blocking Yang Meifeng from view.

"Zhang Hongyan, what were you yelling about just now?"

The instructor walked into Yang Meifeng’s cell, furrowed her brows, and said with displeasure, "Tomorrow morning there won’t be any buns with red bean paste or mixed nuts filling. You’d better behave yourself!"

"Make a fuss again, and it’s straight to the solitary cell!"

Red bean paste? Mixed nuts? Buns?

Yang Meifeng almost wanted to cry, how deaf could this instructor be? What she had been screaming about was murder, how did it turn into red beans and mixed nuts in her ears?

She struggled a bit, trying hard to make part of her body visible.

Despite the considerable size of the two underlings, Yang Meifeng put all her effort into it and finally managed to reveal a part of herself.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Hongyan’s face paled with shock, shooting an annoyed look at her underlings and cursing in her heart, "Useless fools, can’t even watch one person."

But by then, Yang Meifeng had already made herself visible, and any further cover-up was useless.

With this in mind, Zhang Hongyan simply bowed her head and said nothing more.

Unexpectedly!

The instructor walked over but did not see Yang Meifeng behind her. She turned around and left.

What the hell!!!

Yang Meifeng nearly broke down, were you born deaf and now blind too?

Did you not see the dirty sock stuffed in my mouth, and the cuts and bruises all over me?

Zhang Hongyan’s eyes darted around, and she astutely picked up some information. Without a word, she retreated, covered Yang Meifeng’s mouth with both hands, and pressed her against the corner of the wall.

Waiting quietly for the instructor’s footsteps to fade away, Zhang Hongyan sneered and slapped her face again.

...

At almost the same time, the Luo Family Villa was brightly lit.

Old Lady Luo was in a very good mood today and had someone buy snacks like chips, sunflower seeds, and duck necks.

Seeing Yang Meifeng getting caught by the police in the video, both Luo Xuanran and Luo Zitong’s faces bloomed with smiles, and Chen Guihua laughed so hard she could hardly close her mouth.

Chen Guihua had always looked down on Yang Meifeng.

However, not too long ago, Yang Meifeng had acquired a house in East City’s Polished Elite. And it wasn’t just any house, but the most expensive and lavishly decorated Polished Elite No. 1 Villa.

Even though the villa only came with a ten-year residence right, Yang Meifeng had been so boastful during that time, wishing she could show it off on her social circle every single day.

Now that she was seeing Yang Meifeng’s misfortune, Chen Guihua could not be happier.

"Come on! Husband, let’s toast!"

Chen Guihua picked up a beer, looking to clink glasses with Luo Yuantu.

It was just that Luo Yuantu seemed not in the best spirits and had been listening quietly the whole time, showing no reaction at all.

Luo Yuantu had no mood to revel with his family at the moment. He was worried. A whole day had passed, and where to get money for Wei Gang was still an unresolved issue...