Chapter 336: Little Doll! I Give Up

She stretched out a jade-white little finger, only about an inch long, walked to Ji Donghai, and tapped him as if playing.

Others didn't know what he was doing, but Du Wanwan could see it very clearly. Chenchen was performing acupoint pressing kung fu.

The point that was pressed was the most numbing acupoint on Ji Donghai's body. Once pressed, Ji Donghai would feel numb and itchy all over, as if there were millions of ants gnawing at him.

Where did this kid learn acupoint pressing skills?

I must interrogate him thoroughly when I get back, but unfortunately he is young and weak. Even if he knows acupoint pressing, with Ji Donghai's kung fu, I don't think he can hurt him at all.

He became proud and complacent after learning a little bit. It doesn't matter if he is taught a lesson. As long as he is not beaten to death, she has a way to save him.

Who made him make such a boast?

You don’t know your own worth unless you suffer a loss.

Ji Donghai also found this little kid interesting. Just by poking his body casually with such a small finger, he claimed that he could defeat him?

It's so hilarious! Dr. Du's son really knows how to tell jokes.

Before the thoughts in his mind could be finished, the sudden tingling and itching on his body began to spread wildly from his fingertips, spreading throughout his body at a speed faster than lightning.

The pain in his body coupled with the numbness and tingling just now made Ji Donghai fall to the ground screaming "Ah ...

He could still endure the pain, but this itch could reach the gaps between his bones, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. What did the little kid do to himself?

The people around were stunned. They felt that Ji Donghai was a real good actor and he had perfect coordination with the little girl.

"No way! The little baby just poked him lightly, and he fell down? Really?"

"It must be fake! How old is the kid? Is he two years old? How long can his little finger be? How much strength did he use? Ji Donghai is really good at fooling people."

"I think so too. The little kid went over and pointed at him, and he fell to the ground with a howl. Is this still the famous Ji Hall Master of the East City Gang?"

Chenchen left Ji Donghai's side unhurriedly, then turned around and looked at him, a fleeting cunning gleam in his pair of big black eyes.

"Everyone saw it. Did I knock him down with just one finger? Uncle, could you please shout softly? I just poked you. Why did you shout so frighteningly?"

Ji Donghai wanted to curse, but unfortunately he couldn't. His mouth was just howling like a ghost: "You poked me, did you poke me? You're going to kill me.

"Little baby! I give up. Can you please relieve this itch for me? I am almost dying of itchiness."

Chenchen frowned and pursed his lips: "Solved? It's okay if you solve it, then do you admit that you are shameless?"

Ji Donghai's companions lay on the ground, looking at this little person, all of them were terrified. After all, they were just hooligans who were a little stronger than ordinary people.

It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but they dare not take action alone against Nan Ba who is well-trained. It would take someone like Ji Donghai who has some skills to do it.

Unexpectedly, today Ji Donghai led them to teach Nan Ba a lesson. Although he beat him up and had a few seconds of glory, he was taught a lesson by a little kid.

The one being taught a lesson was not these useless thugs, but Ji Donghai.

Oh my god! It seems that this kid is many times stronger than Ji Donghai. Do they still dare to say anything? If they are targeted by the kid, they will be killed.

"Admit it, I admit it."

Ji Donghai was almost driven crazy by the pain in his body and the itching that was scratching his heart. He was willing to do anything as long as it could solve his physical discomfort.

It is true that he is the leader of the East City Gang, but what is his face compared to the pain of torturing others?

"Okay then!" Chenchen walked over, stretched out a finger, and gently tapped another place on Ji Donghai's body, "That's it."

In an instant, Ji Donghai felt that the ecstatic tingling sensation disappeared instantly, leaving only pain.

He could still tolerate the pain, which was better than the uncontrollable itch. Doctor Du and her son from the People's Hospital were so horrible that they could kill people with one blow.

No wonder Nan Ba became an assistant in her clinic. If he learned her kung fu, who among the four gangs in the four major districts of Beijing could be as powerful as him in the future?

The people around saw Chenchen poking Ji Donghai casually, and he stopped howling instantly, feeling very refreshed.

There was an old man with completely white hair and beard who looked a bit slovenly. He wanted to experience it for himself to see if the little baby was really that magical.

"Little kid! Come here! Poke grandpa. Do you really have that ability? Grandpa doesn't believe it."

Looking back at his mother, Chenchen was undecided. Du Wanwan ignored him. He was the one who caused the trouble, so he had to solve it himself.

Although he is young, there are some things he must learn to deal with from an early age.

Ji Donghai was afraid that the old man couldn't bear it, so he got up and sat on the ground, trying to persuade him: "Old man! This kid is really powerful. I don't know where he poked me. The itching is really uncomfortable. It feels like something is gnawing at my bones. It's very uncomfortable."

The old man with white hair and beard didn't believe it and said to Chenchen, "Come here, grandpa is not afraid."

Seeing that his mother had no objection, Chenchen walked up to the old man and asked him in a baby voice, "Grandpa! Have you thought it through? I won't be responsible if anything goes wrong."

The people nearby helped to testify: "Yes, it was the old man himself who asked you to stab him. Even if he died, it has nothing to do with you."

"Little kid! Don't be afraid, teach him a lesson. If he dares to come to our capital to make trouble, we will definitely let him have a taste of our power."

"You are young, so it's okay to poke him. Feel free to poke him. Let's see if you can really knock someone down with just one finger."

"Okay!" Chenchen had a helpless expression on his face, "Grandpa! I won't let you feel itchy, I will make your right hand numb and unable to lift it."

"Oh?" The old man was not afraid at all. Instead, he was very happy. "Is it really that powerful? Come on, come on, give it a try."

Could a baby who had just been weaned really be that capable? He didn't believe it.

The old man was standing there casually. Chenchen walked over, glanced at him casually, stood on tiptoes, and tapped his waist.

In the eyes of the people around, they saw a baby mischievously poking the old man's waist, as if trying to take off the wine gourd hanging around his waist.

But in the old man's eyes, a huge wave was set off.

The baby poked acupuncture point, and a strong force was injected into the point. He couldn't resist it even if he tried his best.

Looking down at the little baby who only reached his knees, the old man laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Hahaha! Good, good, good! That's great, the little baby is really amazing. The old man is convinced. Hahaha! Genius! Genius!"

(End of this chapter)