Medical Examiner Can Revive the Dead-Chapter 367 - 417: Not Dead Yet, Let’s Play Again!

Zhang Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because the woman rushed forward to stop Teacher Xiao Yun, she naturally came close to them.

The plump aunt who shoved Teacher Xiao Yun aside didn't notice, amidst her tirade, that Mu Xue'Er, who was held in Zhang Feng's arms, raised her delicate hand high.

"Pia!" She slapped the chubby woman's face.

Then she let out an angry, childish voice: "Don't curse at my daddy!"

Sure, you can call Teacher Xiao Yun a little wretch; it's whatever. You can say Teacher Xiao Yun and my dad are doing something, and I'd even be looking forward to it... cough cough...

But if you curse my dad as a jerk?

Sorry, I, Mu Xue'Er, will have to shut you up!

This chubby woman was stunned too.

She couldn't believe she got slapped by a little girl who's still in kindergarten.

Also, with Mu Xue'Er being held in Zhang Feng's arms at this height, Mu Xue'Er had to bend over and lower her head to slap.

It would be inconvenient to use her feet; otherwise, she might have kicked her.

"You... you actually dared to hit me?!"

Her voice was incredulous, partly genuinely questioning.

This little girl in kindergarten actually hit me?!

Of course, there was also a hint of threat.

The implication was, I'm gonna lose it, I'm counting down to losing it!

But Zhang Feng and Mu Xue'Er obviously didn't care at all.

In fact, Mu Xue'Er said somewhat aggrievedly:

"Daddy, is Xue'Er silly, not being able to make her shut up like daddy?"

Her pitiful look really tugged at people's hearts!

Zhang Feng smiled slightly, discreetly placing his left hand on Mu Xue'Er's little butt.

Then, he said to Mu Xue'Er:

"Xue'Er, try now."

"Okay!"

Mu Xue'Er nodded strongly.

Then.

"Paa!!"

A crisp sound, countless times louder than before, rang out.

"Ah—"

A wailing sob followed.

The fat woman flew away like the previous plump man.

"Pia!" She landed directly flat on the ground.

Now, the couple was neatly arranged, with teeth scattered on the ground, impossible to tell who they belonged to.

Their current appearances did make them look like a matching couple!

And at this moment.

The onlookers around suddenly gasped in surprise and then uttered a honed essence of human civilization:

"Holy crap!"

Everyone reacted the same.

How old is that little girl, four or five years old?

Still in kindergarten.

Could she slap a round figure that big flying?!

No way?

Born with supernatural strength?!

This girl ought to go to the national women's weightlifting team; she'd snag all the titles!

Even Teacher Xiao Yun, tugged and standing there, was dumbfounded.

When did Mu Xue'Er get such strength?

Her strength was like her dad's now.

This couldn't be possible!

If Mu Xue'Er actually had such power, she would have already dealt with that little chubby kid in kindergarten!

So what exactly is going on?

Could it be her dad who did it instead?

Her dad certainly could achieve that.

But... he clearly didn't make a move just now!

Both arms were tightly holding Mu Xue'Er; how could he free a hand to slap?

Besides, everyone saw it; Mu Xue'Er was the one who moved.

But....

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Everyone else was puzzled.

Only Lin Rui was briefly shocked before instantly understanding the situation.

It must've been Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng has so many peculiar and bizarre skills; making a kindergarten girl slap-fly a weighty figure wouldn't be unusual, right?

But doing this, what's the average clueless bystander supposed to think?

If this continues, Mu Xue'Er will become famous first, not Zhang Feng!

Speaking of Mu Xue'Er, her adorable little face was now filled with immense joy.

Looking at her fair, tender little hands, she cheered:

"Daddy! Xue'Er became strong too, Xue'Er became strong too!"

"Daddy, Xue'Er knows, you did this, right? Thank you, daddy!"

Softly, Mu Xue'Er hugged Zhang Feng's neck, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Zhang Feng just lovingly patted Mu Xue'Er's back without saying much.

And on the ground, the two plump figures lay neatly, clutching their cheeks.

With eyes widened in shock, they gazed at each other's bloody mouth corners.

Trying to prop themselves up, unclear whether Zhang Feng inflicted internal injuries on them or they're too plump and round to get up.

Looking at that chubby kid too.

Seeing his mother fly away, his eyes gleamed with more excitement than Mu Xue'Er's.

Clapping hands, jumping, cheering:

"Wow! Mom! You can fly!"

"Do it again! Perform once more for me!!"

What a good son!

From afar, the onlookers retained a detached interest in the dispute despite hearing bits and pieces.

But seeing this situation now.

Their inner scales have gradually inclined towards Zhang Feng's side.

Surely, Mu Xue'Er being adorable is one reason.

Another is, they seem to know the identity of this fat woman's father.

Having heard some things.

Although these folks may have chances to connect with the woman's dad.

Secretly, they prefer to avoid such people.

Being so arrogant, they'd face consequences sooner or later!

Speaking of the woman's dad?

He arrived, of course he did!

His precious daughter, he naturally had to pamper.

Just that the school was letting out, the road blocked solid, Qin Huan was driving, but still hadn't reached the kindergarten entrance.

Let alone her dad's police car.

"Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep!"

The impatient honking came, he even considered turning on the sirens.

But at present, using sirens seemed excessive?

The driver, a young man in uniform.

The passenger seat hosts a... plump figure looking about sixty or seventy, gray at the temples.

You could tell right away they're family!

The horn was pressed by the fat officer.

The young driver dared not utter a word.

"Damn!" The fat officer starts with an expletive:

"This really holds things up! Where's the traffic unit? Why don't they come ticket these violations?!"

The young driver's face turned awkward, then he said:

"They indeed used to ticket here, but that time... you forgot, your son-in-law's car got a ticket, you went to have lunch with the traffic unit chief, after which no traffic officers have shown up here again."

The fat officer, hearing that, spun his head to the young man with eyes slitted:

"Need you reminding me? Am I chief or are you? Just drive the dang car."

The young man shut up right away, completely silent.

"Enough!" The slightly impatient fat officer yanked open the door: "I'm walking myself over!"

"Bang!" The door closed, leaving the young driver's gaze briefly stunned, mouthing something unseen but clearly not kind words!

"Why are there so many cars?" The fat officer, standing outside, adjusted his pants, grumbling.

However, at that moment, his gaze slightly constricted, a unique glimmer surfaced in his eyes:

"Is that... Special Ninth Bureau's official car?!"

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