The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

The hall was filled with a strange combination of the smell of burning meat and the aroma of roasted meat.

Sister Hong collapsed to the ground, her finger, kissed by the electric arc, still emitting blue smoke, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

She looked up, and the muscles on her once charming face were twitching irregularly.

The thick foundation looked like dry, cracked paint, peeling off in chunks.

Beneath her skin, something was wriggling rapidly, like countless tiny worms trying to crawl out from under her face.

"Sir, this woman's face... looks like it's about to burst." Zhou Tian leaned closer and whispered.

Chu Chen scooped a spoonful of milk from the wine glass, blew on it, and slowly took a sip.

"Don't worry, the beauty filter just came off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sister Hong let out a piercing scream.

The sound was grating, like scratching a rusty iron plate with your fingernail.

With a shrill scream, the black-clad thugs who had just been electrocuted and were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth actually stood up stiffly one by one.

They were expressionless, with empty eyes, like puppets that had lost their souls.

"Sizzle—"

A dozen thugs simultaneously tore their suit jackets apart, revealing their muscular, bronze skin.

Their chests, backs, and arms were covered with dense black runes.

At this moment, the runes were emitting an ominous red light, flickering like a beating heart.

"roar!"

One of the thugs let out a low growl and stomped his foot on the ground.

"Snap!"

The hard marble floor tiles cracked and crumbled from beneath his feet.

These guys have transformed into "strongmen" with greatly increased strength and defense.

"Yo ho!"

Seeing this, Zhou Tian was not afraid at all. Instead, he excitedly rubbed his hands together, his knuckles making a popping sound.

"Sir, is this considered overtime or team building?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes also lit up. He straightened his patched work clothes, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Sir, this is a sales opportunity delivered right to your door! I guarantee it will be completed flawlessly!"

For him, being able to perform well in front of Chu Chen was more fulfilling than being the Valley Master of Xuanyao Valley.

Chu Chen took another sip of milk and lazily waved his little hand.

"Let's get this over with quickly, don't keep me from getting home to watch cartoons."

"Okay!"

Upon receiving the order, Zhou Tian charged forward like a mad bull.

He doesn't talk about any techniques; it's just the simplest and most direct punches.

A strongman charged straight at Zhou Tian, ​​his fist, as big as a clay pot, slamming towards Zhou Tian's head with a whooshing sound.

Zhou Tian neither dodged nor avoided the punch, but instead met it head-on.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, producing a dull thud.

The strongman's fist, powerful enough to shatter stone slabs, was like a walnut in front of Zhou Tian.

His entire arm twisted and broke instantly, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.

Zhou Tian, ​​having gained the upper hand, pressed his other hand into the strongman's head and slammed it to the ground.

"boom!"

Another human-shaped hole appeared in the marble floor.

On the other hand, Zhao Wuji's movements were much more "elegant".

Facing two strongmen attacking from both sides, he advanced instead of retreating, with the kind smile unique to the latrine chief on his face.

He made a fist with both hands as if holding an invisible spoon, and then used a strange palm technique.

The palm strike was unpredictable, carrying a strange, inexplicable odor.

That wasn't a real stench, but rather a feeling of nausea that affected the soul.

Just as a strongman's fist reached Zhao Wuji, he caught a whiff of the palm wind, his movements abruptly halted, and a gag expression appeared on his face.

Zhao Wuji seized the opportunity, flipped his wrist, and slapped the top of his head with his palm.

"Snapped!"

The strongman collapsed with a thud, and black, viscous liquid flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"My self-created 'Manure Scoop Method' emphasizes precise strikes, hitting the nail on the head!"

After successfully landing a blow, Zhao Wuji didn't forget to turn around and boast to Chu Chen for credit.

Just as the members of the "wood-chopping team" in the backyard were displaying their prowess, Sister Hong, whose face was constantly twitching, also completed her "transformation".

Her screams stopped, and she pounced on Chu Chen like a predatory spider, landing on all fours.

The fingernails turned black and long, whistling through the air as they aimed straight for Chu Chen's throat.

"Sir, be careful!"

Zhou Tian and Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Chu Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

He was still sitting on the soft sofa, swinging his short legs.

Just as those sharp claws were about to touch his skin...

He moved.

He stretched out his chubby little hand, still covered in milk stains.

A backhand slap.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap.

The surroundings fell into dead silence.

Everyone saw a face as thin as a cicada's wing and covered in heavy makeup being forcibly slapped off Sister Hong's face.

The "painted skin" spun in the air, like a falling leaf, and gently landed on the ground.

Hong Jie, on the other hand, spun around in the air like a top that had been whipped into the air, before crashing heavily onto the bar and shattering a pile of wine glasses.

When she looked up again, she saw a completely unfamiliar face.

A dry, wrinkled face, like the bark of a century-old tree.

On that face, the features were squeezed together, the mouth was wide open, and the pair of cloudy eyes were filled with fear and shock.

"You...how could you possibly break my disguise technique!"

The old woman's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a leaky, dilapidated car.

Chu Chen jumped off the sofa, walked up to her, and looked down at her.

"Manager, you're shameless. You need to get your skin cleaned out."

He waved his little hand and added another sentence.

"After that slap, look, isn't your skin instantly firmer? Even the wrinkles have been smoothed out quite a bit."

"You devil...you're a devil!"

The old woman screamed in terror and scrambled back, using both her hands and feet to retreat.

"Master, save me! Master, save me!"

"Stop shouting, your forum administrator's signal is bad right now, and cross-province service will cost extra."

Chu Chen took out the specially made "brick" communicator from his small schoolbag.

He pointed the "brick" at the terrified old face on the ground and pressed a red button on the side.

With a "click," the flash went off.

"Come on, look at the camera and smile."

Chu Chen adjusted the angle and said with a grin.

"I'll take a picture of you, post it on my WeChat Moments, and help you get likes to exchange for a resurrection item."

The old woman stared at the dark "lens" and listened to these unheard-of words, and her mind completely collapsed.

"No...don't..."

"That's not up to you." Chu Chen put away the "brick" and patted her old face.

"Next up, Truth or Dare. If you don't tell, I'll have Director Zhao personally give you a deep clean."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Wuji walked over carrying a knocked-out strongman, his face filled with eager excitement.

The old woman followed Chu Chen's gaze and met Zhao Wuji's "kind" smile.

She shuddered, felt a heat in her crotch, and a foul odor instantly filled the air.