Chapter 139: Chapter 127: Visual Shock! Chip Data Stored in Shipping Containers?

Just like that.

It went on for a good ten minutes.

The brat’s mom finally rubbed her sore wrist and stopped.

She’s somewhat lenient; she started with a wooden stick, but switched to her hand later.

After all, he is her flesh and blood.

If she really hurt him, she’d feel distressed too.

At this moment, the brat’s butt was redder than a monkey’s, visibly swollen.

Seeing the familiar scene from childhood memories, Ning An sighed softly.

The livestream viewers were excited.

"Oh wow, is Brother Sect Leader about to step in to stop this?"

However.

Ning An returned to the bedroom and took out a bottle of iodine, handing it to the mother in the red dress.

"Put some of this on him, disinfect it. After all, the wooden stick wasn’t clean."

The viewers on the livestream smiled with satisfaction.

"Don’t say it, Little Daoist is really kind-hearted, perceptive. I want to have his monkey babies!"

The mother in the red dress took the iodine and thanked Ning An.

She was about to disinfect Wang Xiaopang, but he grimaced and muttered under his breath:

"You cruel woman! I’m going to tell my dad when I get back, boo hoo hoo."

"When you’re old, I’ll unplug your oxygen tank..."

Immediately.

The mother in the red dress grinned broadly, revealing a terrifying sinister smile:

"Unplug Mom’s oxygen tank? Silly child, Mom is a demon; she doesn’t need to breathe air."

"Earlier, Mom was wrong to use a dirty stick and didn’t consider the risk of infection. Come, let Mom disinfect you."

Before Wang Xiaopang’s face could stiffen in reaction.

The mother in the red dress had already opened the cap and poured directly onto the brat’s torn skin.

The yellow-brown liquid with a strong pungent smell instantly had intimate contact with Wang Xiaopang’s injured butt.

Immediately.

The brat erupted into even louder screams than those of a pig being slaughtered during the New Year.

"Ahhhh, it hurts, it burns... I’m on fire."

"Mom, I know I was wrong, please stop pouring it..."

"Mom! I love you, really love you, stop, ahhhh..."

Hiss!

Immediately, the viewers in the livestream sharply inhaled.

"Oh crap! I gotta say, the kid’s mother is a tough one; when I’m injured, I use a cotton swab to carefully wipe my wound, but she’s pouring a whole bottle down."

"I gotta say, it’s just self-inflicted; if he weren’t so naughty, he wouldn’t suffer like this."

"I agree too; it’s essential to establish the right values for him now. This kind of firm attitude is needed to grow into a robust tree."

Once the iodine bottle was completely poured, the mother in the red dress clapped her hands, and the matter was considered done.

Only Wang Xiaopang was left lying on the stone bench, whimpering in pain, unable to turn over.

Seeing the matter was concluded, Ning An also turned around, smiling and said: "When I was a little Daoist, I was quite mischievous too. Fortunately, my mom was as bold as the lady practitioner, so I didn’t grow crooked, but..."

Just as everyone thought Ning An would say the punishment is too harsh.

Ning An, however, smiled and softly said:

"It’s quite a hassle and unhealthy to disinfect after beating. The practitioner might consider disinfecting the wooden stick with iodine in advance."

Whoa!

"Is this... Is this my Minister of the Ministry of Justice? These days have I misjudged?"

"Using iodine to pre-disinfect, is this something a normal person would come up with?"

"I have a good method for dealing with brats: open up a small wound on his skin, place a leech on it, and just as the leech is about to crawl in, pull it out and place it on another wound. Feed him sweets to rot his teeth to the nerve, and you won’t have to do anything but have him in constant pain."

"That’s no good; I’m a dog trainer and cat raiser. Just smear some catnip or canned cat food on him, and let a bunch of cats with rough tongues keep licking him until you see the bone. I don’t believe he won’t behave."

"Is even King Yama reincarnated ’amused’?"

"Are all of you former Ministers of the Ministry of Justice?"

"It’s not just Ministers of the Ministry of Justice, I’m afraid everyone here is an executioner from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, bored in Hell, coming to the human world for entertainment, just like returning home ’dog head’."

Various talents emerged in the livestream.

The mother in the red dress seemed to have discovered a blind spot, with a hint of thoughtful wisdom in her eyes.

Wang Xiaopang couldn’t care less about the pain in his butt, promptly saying:

"Mom, I’ll never dare again."

"I promise to study hard, strive not to fail, and aim for good grades."

The brat’s mom heard this, and her eyes glistened even brighter.

This was quite an unexpected gain.

Ultimately, he is her cherished flesh and blood; the mother in the red dress touched his little face, and gently said:

"You’re Mom’s dearest treasure; how could Mom bear to hit you."

"Don’t worry, as long as you study well and take exams seriously, Mom won’t disinfect the wooden stick with iodine and hit you, understood?"

As the mother and child walked out of the Daoist Temple, the viewers on the livestream seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Damn! Swayed by beauty again, can this world release an anti-addiction system!"

"Say no more, now it’s not just my good brother Li Hao turned into an idiot, I’ve fallen into it too."

"Hey, sigh hey, ah hey hey..."

"The brother upstairs doesn’t need treatment; even if cured, it’s a fate of drooling."

...

In the following days.

No wind or rain, no waves or ripples.

Ning An passed quietly.

But two days before Dragon Country’s aircraft carrier was launched.

A freighter from Korea arrived at a Korean port.

On it were dozens of shipping containers, and during unloading, the weight was noticeable.

Han Xiuxian quietly watched the containers, but a surge of emotions stirred in his heart.