"Hello, comrade." Police officer Xiao Liu saluted, pointed at Deng Jie and said, "This classmate Deng Jie is the person who reported the case. Will you mediate the dispute on your own or resolve it through legal means?"

"Mediate by yourself, mediate by yourself!" Deng Jie said quickly, but the cold little Liu didn't even look at him, which made the little fat man depressed to death.

"We'd better solve it ourselves." Qin Feng stared at Deng Jie, his cold eyes reminding Deng Jie of poisonous snakes.

Xiao Liu nodded and said hello to the three policemen. The four of them left the room calmly. Only the policewoman named Li Hong turned around and glanced at Qin Feng with a hint of sadness and reluctance.

The domineering Qin Feng was extremely depressed.

There was silence in the room for a while, and Deng Jie, who began to sweat on his forehead, finally heard Qin Feng say: "Is this your own idea or someone instigated you?"

"It was my own idea. I happened to see you entering the city today, so I couldn't think of it and went astray. Please forgive me."

"Well, he is indeed a good and honest man," Qin Feng sneered, "I will give you a right path now."

Looking at the strange expression on the little Taoist priest's face, Deng Jie broke into a cold sweat and thought, what problem is this guy going to give me? Don't ask me to pay for it, right? Your young master Deng already has no pocket money on hand this month.

!

"First of all, you must swear not to do bad things in the future, either to me or to others." Qin Feng, like a Taoist gentleman, taught Deng Jie how to be a good person.

Deng Jie skillfully swore a poisonous oath, which made the female teacher's hair stand on end with the viciousness of the oath.

"Well, not bad!" Qin Feng patted Deng Jie on the shoulder, "Although I know that you will inevitably break your oath in the future, anyone who dares to make such a vicious oath is also a ruthless person. So the second condition is to write a love letter.

Give us a sincere letter of repentance."

Deng Jie thought that this was a ridiculous condition. He faced the white paper Qin Feng put on the table and was about to start writing, but found that there was no pen. He looked at Qin Feng blankly and found that Ye Wanyi had been taken down by Qin Feng without knowing it.

Qin Feng sent him out of the room, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart: I wonder if this guy has read too many novels and wants me to write them in blood?

Sure enough, Qin Feng, who was smiling broadly, took out a long silver needle and stuck it near his elbow.

It was slightly swollen but not painful. Deng Jie looked at Qin Feng curiously and saw him taking out another needle and tapping it on his index finger...

Deng Jie felt his finger was slightly painful as if he had been bitten by an ant. He quickly pulled his finger away and found blood dripping from his index finger.

"Write quickly," Qin Feng said kindly. "If you don't pull out the silver needle on your arm, your fingers will keep bleeding. Write quickly, don't worry about not having enough blood."

After saying that, Qin Feng patted Deng Jie on the shoulder with a sincere expression: "Master Tao is good to you, right?"

Hearing that bleeding would continue, Deng Jie's face turned green, and he quickly wrote a letter of repentance on the paper: I, Deng Jie, swear never to frame Qin Feng again in the future. Year, month, day.

Qin Feng looked at the white paper handed over by Deng Jie and shook his head: "Brother Deng Jie, when you swore just now, you spoke so vividly and lively. This letter of repentance is far worse. I will tear it up for you and you will rewrite it.

Please be more sincere in your words."

You're so cruel! Deng Jie gritted his teeth and quickly wrote another letter of apology, thinking that this time it would be torn up again.

Sure enough, Qin Feng tore up the letter of repentance again and made some comments on Deng Jie's grammatical errors...

The third time, Qin Feng still tore up the letter of repentance and condemned Deng Jie for not giving him a written honorific...

After struggling for more than 20 minutes, Deng Jie, who turned pale, handed the fifth letter of repentance to Qin Feng. He thought to himself that it would be better to solve the problem through legal channels. He almost bled out a big bowl of it.

. The problem is that Qin Feng has a detailed grasp of the little fat man's psychology: since the blood has been shed, then hurry up and continue writing, otherwise the previous blood will be shed in vain?

Qin Feng looked with satisfaction at the hundreds of words of eloquent letter of repentance written by Deng Jie under his guidance, folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Okay," Qin Feng looked at Deng Jie gently and helped him pull out the silver needle from his arm, "Brother Deng Jie, you can go."

Deng Jie was so moved that he almost cried: I can finally leave this terrible place!

The problem is that this devilish guy is blocking the door. His tall body blocks the door hole tightly. How can he get out? Fortunately, Qin Feng answered the little fat man's questions in time:

"There is a movie called "Game of the Brave" recently. You can jump out of the window. It will be better this way." The devil's voice sounded again, making the little fat man almost collapse...

Damn it, this is the third floor after all! The fat on Deng Jie’s face twitched, and he shouted in his heart to work hard!

But the reality is cruel. When Leopard introduced the injuries of his subordinates to him, Deng Jie still felt that it had nothing to do with him. Now that it was his turn, Deng Jie suddenly felt that his heart was really heavy!

Looking at the hesitant Deng Jie, Qin Feng laughed jokingly: "What? You have the guts to call someone to hack me to death, but don't have the guts to jump from the third floor? Six people, five knives and a gun, tsk tsk, thanks to you

My Taoist master has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but if it were any other mountain person, half of his hand tendons and hamstrings might not be saved by this time, right?"

Deng Jie's face turned pale. He saw that Qin Feng was ready to take action. He gritted his teeth and climbed onto the window sill of the hotel room. The little fat man climbed onto the air-conditioning rack, looked at the ground six or seven meters high below, and jumped down with a strange scream.

…

Ye Wanyi, who was resting next door, heard Deng Jie's cry and ran to the window to see that the little fat man was lying on the ground groaning. Finally, Deng Jie's fat body had a buffering effect, even though he fell badly.

, but did not suffer any injuries.

Soon passers-by came to watch. Deng Jie, who was almost dead after falling, rested for half a minute before standing up, lowering his head and staggering away.

Ye Wanyi was a little worried when she walked into Qin Feng's room: "Little madman, will there be any problem?"

"What's the problem?" Qin Feng said nonchalantly: "Since you can't hurt me with a knife or a gun, then Deng Jie should know how powerful I am and won't kick the iron plate again. But people like Deng Jie,

It would be dishonest not to teach him a lesson."

Ye Wanyi must have been a teacher for a while, so she especially likes to preach. She sat on the edge of the bed and criticized Qin Feng seriously: "But it's wrong for you to use violence like this."

Regarding the girl's somewhat pedantic view, Qin Feng shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Yezi, if we were an ordinary villager today and encountered this situation, what would be the consequences?"

Ye Wanyi thought about it and couldn't help but shudder.

"For ordinary people, it is inevitable to be chopped by them," Qin Feng calmly calculated the possibility of the matter, "If the person doing the work has a darker heart, it is not impossible to break off the hamstring and throw it on the street. If the hospital comes

Slow down, I guess this fate has been sealed."

Ye Wanyi felt cold all over after hearing this, and leaned against Qin Feng's warm body: "Then the police won't arrest them?"

"For the crime of intentional injury, if you cut off someone else's hands and feet, you can be sentenced to about three to eight years in prison." Qin Feng sneered: "The victim is disabled, and the murderer will stay in prison for a few years.

Do you think the sentence will be reduced based on performance? What’s more, the real culprit may still be at large."

"Haha, go to sleep," Qin Feng smiled and touched the girl's hair, "I will protect you well, and I will also protect myself well."

Ye Wanyi nodded and lay on the bed to rest for half a minute before remembering that this was Qin Feng's room. She blushed and wanted to sit up, but Qin Feng's hand gently pressed her shoulders: "Sleep well, stay here.

Be safe, we are considered good friends, don't you trust me? Have a good rest, I'll wake you up in a few hours."

Ye Wanyi smiled and stuck out her tongue, lay next to Qin Feng, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Feng was leaning on the bed, but could not fall asleep. Perhaps for historical reasons, the Taoist priests in Xuankong Temple did not like to walk in the city and were naturally wary of strangers. Deng Jie suffered this loss, and in a short time
Chapter completed!