Chapter 145: Which Hand Did You Use to Pat My Head?

“Folks? Everyone in the livestream? Let’s get those gifts rolling!”

Deng Yu had no idea what Chu Fei was talking about.

Feng Yulou, however, noticed the miniature camera in Chu Fei’s hand and seemed to realize that something was wrong.

Before he could question Chu Fei, someone from the central bureau came rushing in.

“Captain Feng, Yu, something’s happened!”

Deng Yu still had not grasped the seriousness of the situation. He frowned. “We were conducting the interrogation just fine. What happened?”

“Look at this!”

The subordinate handed over his phone. A video was playing on the screen.

It was a recording of a livestream, beginning with Deng Yu’s detailed explanation of the various torture instruments and continuing until he drove the needle into Fan Ren.

The entire process had been recorded, along with a flood of comments from viewers.

“Wait, I thought this was staged. You’re actually doing it?!”

“Does anyone else get it? I came to watch Mr. Silhouette’s livestream, and now I’ve become an eyewitness!”

“What kind of organization is the Martial Suppression Bureau? They actually dare to torture people in secret? They’re completely lawless!”

“I’m with the Martial Alliance. The Martial Suppression Bureau is the most disgusting organization in the world. They’ve done plenty of things like this!”

“What did Mr. Silhouette do to offend them?”

“Anyone want to watch Lu Yunkun eat shit? Send me fifty!”

“Enough already, why are you everywhere? Stop joking around! Can’t you see they’re torturing Mr. Silhouette and forcing a confession out of him?!”

The more Feng Yulou watched the recording, the darker his expression became.

The number displayed above the video was especially horrifying. Nearly a million people had watched the livestream.

In other words, a million people had witnessed the process by which they had intended to torture Fan Ren.

Feng Yulou could already imagine how much negative impact this would have on the Martial Suppression Bureau.

Deng Yu had now seen the recording as well.

Especially when he saw his own savage expression in the video, he wanted to strangle the man on the screen himself—not to mention the countless viewers watching.

He had become a public enemy across the entire nation.

“You bastard! How dare you pull a trick like this!”

Furious, Deng Yu lunged forward, snatched the miniature camera from Chu Fei’s hand, and crushed it beneath his foot.

But it was already too late.

The livestream had ended moments ago. What good would smashing the camera do now?

The plan had been Zhou Mi’s idea.

It was quite simple: let the Martial Suppression Bureau take Chu Fei back.

All Chu Fei had to do was provoke them during the interrogation, forcing them to torture him.

Then he would use the high-tech camera prepared in advance to begin a livestream.

With Zhou Mi’s and Mr. Silhouette’s star power drawing in viewers, they would expose the dark side of the Martial Suppression Bureau directly before millions of people.

That would whip public opinion into a frenzy, deal the bureau a fatal blow, and prevent it from making any further move against Chu Fei and Wen Nuan.

The result had been remarkably successful.

Once the livestream caused an uproar online, several trending news stories appeared on the major headlines one after another. Meng Ziyi had prepared all of them in advance.

After all, manipulating public opinion was what capitalists did best.

The tide of public sentiment turned almost entirely against the Martial Suppression Bureau.

One person told ten, and ten told a hundred.

Everyone began condemning the organization, leaving the Martial Suppression Bureau in an extremely difficult position.

By the time it realized what was happening and tried to control the public narrative, it was already too late.

Public opinion swept across the entire internet like a raging flood, thrusting the previously secretive and low-profile Martial Suppression Bureau into the eye of the storm.

Such a massive scandal had been exposed.

Naturally, Feng Yulou’s phone began ringing nonstop.

Aside from the central bureau’s “friendly inquiries,” several other departments had begun to intervene as well.

The inspection team had even directly arranged a time to have tea with Feng Yulou.

Feng Yulou had no choice but to turn off his phone.

The central bureau could handle the public-relations crisis. He had to focus on how to deal with Fan Ren.

He glared at Chu Fei and shouted, “Do you think public opinion can force us to give in? Let me tell you, that is absolutely impossible!”

“Exactly. Now tell us everything you know about what that bastard did to Wen Nuan!” Deng Yu also rushed forward and seized Chu Fei by the collar.

Chu Fei soothed him, “Stop making a fuss, or your face will be red in a moment.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to slap it.”

Smack!

Chu Fei slapped Deng Yu across the face, sending him flying.

He had been deliberately holding back earlier for the sake of the livestream.

Now that the broadcast was over, there was no reason to restrain himself. He simply opened up and started slapping.

Deng Yu crashed awkwardly to the floor in front of Feng Yulou.

The slap had been powerful enough to twist the entire right side of his face out of shape.

With just a little more force, Chu Fei might have sent Deng Yu’s head flying clean off.

But wasn’t Chu Fei wearing spirit-sealing shackles?

How could he still send a formidable martial artist like Deng Yu flying with a single slap?

Feng Yulou could not understand it. Neither could Deng Yu, lying on the floor.

Then Chu Fei yanked both hands apart and tore off the spirit-sealing shackles.

Only then did they understand: the things had never worked on him at all.

“Fatty Wang didn’t tell you about that?”

Chu Fei tossed the shackles aside.

Ignoring the stunned expressions around him, he walked openly toward Deng Yu.

Deng Yu struggled to rise, but Chu Fei planted his foot on his cheek and forced him hard back onto the floor.

“When you were at the banquet…”

Looking down at him, Chu Fei asked, “Which hand did you use to pat my head?”

Chu Fei had no particular virtues.

He was simply petty and vindictive.

Deng Yu roared, “You dare touch me? The Martial Suppression Bureau will never let you off!”

At that moment, Feng Yulou finally recovered and charged forward.

He struck at Chu Fei with all his strength while Chu Fei’s attention remained on Deng Yu.

Boom!

An invisible force of spiritual energy blocked Feng Yulou’s fist.

Feng Yulou could hardly believe it. That had been his full-power strike.

And this man had blocked it without even looking?

Before Feng Yulou could make sense of it, the spiritual energy that had stopped him transformed into a gigantic fist and slammed into his body.

Feng Yulou was blasted backward, smashing straight through the interrogation room wall. Mia and Fatty Wang, standing by the doorway, were both startled.

Something had just streaked past them with a whoosh.

When Mia took a proper look, she saw that it was none other than Feng Yulou.

She then looked into the interrogation room. The person beneath Chu Fei’s foot was Deng Yu.

Earlier, she had thought that no matter how powerful Fan Ren was, he could never be a match for the experts from the central bureau.

Now, however, it was clear that she had completely underestimated him.

In less than five minutes since the livestream incident, both Deng Yu and Feng Yulou had been beaten to the ground.

Only Fatty Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

His decision had indeed been the right one.

Fan Ren truly could not be judged by ordinary standards.

Feng Yulou struggled to his feet.

He felt as though at least half the bones in his chest had been broken.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said, “You’ve been putting on an act from the very beginning!”

Chu Fei ignored him.

His gaze remained fixed on Deng Yu.

“Since you refuse to say which hand it was, then I’ll cripple both.”

“You bastard, don’t you dare!”

The instant the words left his mouth, Chu Fei crushed both of Deng Yu’s hands beneath his feet.

He then kicked the howling Deng Yu toward Feng Yulou.

The moment Deng Yu saw Feng Yulou, he began sobbing, “Captain Feng, avenge me!”

Seeing his subordinate crippled, Feng Yulou was consumed by rage.

He raised a hand and shouted, “What are you waiting for? Aim your guns at him!”

The other people from the central bureau immediately raised their weapons and pointed them at Chu Fei in the center of the room.

The guns were loaded with spirit-annihilating bullets. A single shot was enough to destroy a martial artist’s martial meridians.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Chu Fei merely looked calmly at Feng Yulou.

“Do you think public opinion is my only trump card?”

“I don’t care what other trump cards you have,” Feng Yulou replied. “You’re not leaving this place today!”

“Move again, and I’ll turn you into a beehive!”

“I refuse to believe that some half-grown brat like you can take on the entire Martial Suppression Bureau!”

Public opinion had already erupted.

If they allowed Fan Ren to leave now, who knew whether he would reveal Wen Nuan’s affair online?

To keep the situation from growing worse—and to prevent Wen Nuan’s secret from being exposed—Feng Yulou had no choice but to do everything in his power to keep Chu Fei here and await the central bureau’s orders.

But at that moment, Fatty Wang, standing beside the window, suddenly shouted, “Captain Feng, don’t rush to act. Look outside first!”

“What’s going on outside?” Feng Yulou snapped impatiently. “How can I possibly care about what’s happening outside right now?”

“Just take one look, please! I’m begging you!”

Fatty Wang’s expression was as though he had seen a ghost.

Feng Yulou could only walk to the window and glance outside.

But with that single glance, his entire body froze in utter astonishment.