Twins from the 1970s, if you disagree, I'll slap you.

Chapter 11 Thick-skinned Immortal Title!

Hearing the commotion outside, Lu Ye inside the house smiled calmly and looked at Chen Dachuan: "See, Fatty, he's like Cao Cao, he comes whenever he wants."

A glint of excitement flashed in Chen Dachuan's eyes, and a malicious smile spread across his face. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Hehe! Perfect timing! My mission to get beaten up is settled!"

Sun Yanhua went to work at the commune early in the morning, leaving only the three of them in the house.

Lu Ye, Chen Dachuan, and Liu Bin exchanged a glance and walked out together.

Seeing the three men emerge, Wang Xia immediately straightened her back, hands on her hips with a smug look on her face, and shouted in a shrill voice, "My son's here to arrest you! You dare hit me! Today I'll make sure you regret it, you won't even save your lives!"

Chen Dachuan glanced at her sideways and sneered, "Wang, you big-faced girl, did you forget everything I told you after a good night's sleep? Do you want me to help you remember?"

As he spoke, he deliberately moved his wrist, his knuckles cracking.

Wang Xia instinctively covered her swollen cheek and scrambled behind Zhao Qiang, yelling, "Son! Quick! Arrest them all! Put them in solitary confinement! Use pepper spray! Use the tiger bench!"

Wearing the uniform of the joint defense team, Zhao Qiang said arrogantly, "You probably don't know yet, do you? I'm now the deputy captain of our village's joint defense team! I just took office!"

"Liu Bin has been fired and is no longer your protector!"

"Be smart and kneel down and kowtow to us, the three of you, to apologize until we're appeased!"

Chen Dachuan took two steps forward, looking down at Zhao Qiang with disdain: "What can you do to me if I don't kowtow?"

He caught a glimpse of Wang Xia hiding behind Zhao Qiang out of the corner of his eye, and without saying a word, he went up and slapped her hard across the face.

With a sharp "smack," Wang Xia was slapped so hard she fell to the ground.

"Didn't I tell you that I'd slap you every time I saw you? You still dare to hang around in front of me? You're just asking for it!"

Wang Xia covered her face, sat on the ground, and threw a tantrum, crying, "Son! He hit me! He's so arrogant! Hit him! Beat this little brat to death!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qiang turned green with rage and pointed at Chen Dachuan, shouting, "You dare hit my mother? I'll make you pay today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Dachuan interrupted him.

Chen Dachuan raised his hand and slapped his face, deliberately moving closer to him and provoking him with a cheeky grin: "What do you want? Hit me! Hit me!"

As he spoke, he even moved his face closer to Zhao Qiang, looking like he was begging to be beaten.

Zhao Qiang subconsciously took two steps back, feeling a little scared.

What's wrong with this fatso?

Did you willingly offer yourself up to be beaten?

Could it be that they're trying to extort money from me?

Seeing Zhao Qiang standing there in a daze, Chen Dachuan grew impatient: "Just start hitting him already! Stop dawdling!"

I'm still waiting for you to complete the task of getting beaten up a thousand times!

You better step up your game!

He immediately grabbed Zhao Qiang's wrist and slapped his hand against his own face.

The force was not strong enough for Chen Dachuan to feel any pain.

He checked the system panel and saw that the tasks were still counting; the task of getting beaten up a thousand times was gradually decreasing.

Moreover, he clearly felt that the rigidity of his body seemed to have indeed increased.

In other words, taking a hit increases hardness slightly.

In the end, he will only become more resilient to beatings, and the person beating him may even suffer the consequences.

No wonder Lu Ye said that this mission was a freebie.

At first, Zhao Qiang thought Chen Dachuan had gone mad, that he was actually grabbing his hand and hitting him.

However, after a short while, he realized that something was wrong.

Because his hand was getting more and more painful, it felt like he was hitting a wall instead of a person's face.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't break free from the fat man's large hand.

To outsiders, this scene looked like Chen Dachuan grabbing Zhao Qiang's hand and repeatedly slapping himself in the face—a bizarre and comical sight.

But only Zhao Qiang himself knew how much his hand hurt.

The more I hit it, the more it hurt; eventually, it became excruciatingly painful.

He watched helplessly as his palm slowly swelled up, turning from slightly red to bluish-purple, until it swelled up like a bear's paw, and he could barely hold it with his fingers.

But Chen Dachuan's face, even after being slapped hundreds of times, still didn't have a single mark.

Is this bastard's face made of city walls?

How can it be so hard?!

Zhao Qiang couldn't take it anymore; the pain brought tears to his eyes. He quickly turned back and shouted to Wang Xia and Zhao Guofu, "Dad! Mom! Come and pull me away! I don't want to hit him anymore! Come quick!"

Wang Xia, who was hiding to the side, did not notice anything amiss. She only saw Chen Dachuan being slapped, and she felt extremely relieved.

She clapped her hands and cheered, "Son! Well done! Hit him harder! A thousand slaps would be best! Don't stop! Slap this little brat to death! That's so satisfying!"

Zhao Guofu crossed his arms and nodded proudly, "That's my son! He's got presence! He'll definitely be the captain of the joint defense team someday!"

Zhao Qiang was speechless with frustration. He didn't want to fight at all; it was Chen Dachuan who dragged him into it!

Meanwhile, his parents kept praising him for playing well.

What a load of rubbish!

His hand is almost broken!

At this moment, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his right hand had completely lost its strength, and several bones inside were fractured.

With each slap, he couldn't help but scream in agony; the pain was simply unbearable for him.

Wang Xia assumed he was having a good time and praised him with a smile, "Son! Well done! You shouted with such spirit! You should shout while you're hitting him to completely subdue him psychologically!"

Liu Bin, standing to the side, was completely bewildered. He tugged at Lu Ye's arm and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with this fat guy? Why is he grabbing Zhao Qiang's hand and slapping himself in the face? But judging from the looks of it, it's not the fat guy who's in pain, it's Zhao Qiang!"

Lu Ye suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "Maybe Zhao Qiang had a change of heart and didn't want to slap the fat guy anymore, so he felt sorry for him."

"Feeling sorry for him?" Liu Bin looked incredulous, staring at Zhao Qiang's swollen hands. "I don't think so! Look at Zhao Qiang's hands, they're swollen bigger than steamed buns!"

"What's wrong? Did Fatty secretly learn some kind of kung fu? Iron Face? Iron Face Skill? Or the Great Shift of the Universe Face?"

"Nine Yang Divine Face, huh!" Lu Ye chuckled, deliberately teasing, "He's just incredibly thick-skinned, thicker than a city wall!"

Of course, he wouldn't tell Liu Bin the truth. The system was the biggest secret between him and Chen Dachuan. No matter how good their relationship was, they couldn't reveal it to a third person to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Chen Dachuan only let go when the system notification sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the mission of getting beaten up 1000 times!]

[Reward: The title "Thick-skinned Immortal"! Physical strength greatly increased, impervious to blades and spears, an impenetrable wall of steel!]

The moment he let go, Zhao Qiang collapsed to the ground with a thud, clutching his right hand and wailing in agony, "Ah! My hand! It hurts so much!"

Wang Xia and Zhao Guofu panicked and rushed over to help him up.

"Son, why are you in so much pain? You should be happy! Are you still feeling sorry for that fatso?" Wang Xia asked with a puzzled look.

Zhao Guofu stared at his hands, his brows furrowed. "Yes! Son, you slapped him so many times, shouldn't you feel better? Why are you crying? Why are your hands covered in blood?"

Wang Xia paused for a moment, then said with a touch of self-importance, "This must be Chen Dachuan's blood! My son's hands are stained with his blood!"

"Yes! That's right! That must be it!" Zhao Guofu quickly echoed.