<h4>Chapter 1439: Chapter 1439: Spare Me, Boss</h4>


    However.


    Faced with Wang Hou’s cries for help.


    The crowd watching didn’t pay any attention,pletely ignoring him.


    Firstly.


    Wang Hou’s previous behavior of cutting in line had already made them feel dissatisfied.


    Moreover, Wang Hou’s arrogant attitude made them wish they could kick him in the face.


    Of course, the most crucial point.


    Wang Hou is a thief, he stole Chen Feng’s wallet.


    People like him.


    Even if beaten to death, he deserves it.


    The fact that they didn’t help Chen Feng in beating Wang Hou is already kind enough.


    Help Wang Hou?


    That’s absolutely impossible!


    The crowd’s indifference and disregard.


    Naturally caught Wang Hou’s attention.


    This made Wang Hou instantly feel utterly hopeless.


    And just at that moment.


    Chen Feng’s p arrived once more as expected.


    "Smack!"


    With a loud and resounding p.


    Wang Hou was instantly knocked to the ground.


    Blood mixed with teeth flew from Wang Hou’s mouth.


    A wailing like the scream of a butchered pig echoed across the scene.


    And at this moment, Wang Hou.


    After being baptized by Chen Feng’s three ps, haspletely be a pig’s head.


    It seems now even if his own mother came, she might not recognize him.


    Especially those bright red handprints on his face.


    The crowd watching felt a stinging pain just by standing there and looking.


    Yet no one felt sympathy for Wang Hou, instead, seeing him beaten so miserably made them particrly joyous at heart.


    Because most people present had lost things to thieves before.


    So toward thieves, they could be said to hate intensely.


    But when a thief finishes stealing, they just run away, they don’t know who stole it, and have no ce to vent their grievances, so they can only hold it inside.


    But now.


    Wang Hou, a living thief, is right in front of them.


    And he’s being beaten so badly.


    Seeing it with their own eyes, they felt immense satisfaction, almost wanting to apud Chen Feng and ask him to hit harder.


    "Oh my, murder, isn’t anyone going to intervene, it hurts so much..."


    Wang Hou, lying on the ground, held his face with both hands, wailing in pain.


    Suddenly.


    The wailing stopped.


    Wang Hou’s neck drooped, eyes shut, lying on the ground motionless.


    As if he really passed away.


    Seeing this scene.


    The crowd watching froze.


    Could he really be beaten to death?


    That shouldn’t be.


    Though Chen Feng struck heavily, it was just three ps.


    How could a normal person possibly be beaten to death?


    But looking at Wang Hou’s appearance, it doesn’t seem like he’s pretending.


    Could he really have died!


    If that were true.


    Then the situation would be serious.


    Stealing is illegal, but it doesn’t warrant death.


    Even if truly guilty, it should be handed over to the police for handling.


    Individuals can’t execute punishment.


    And now if Chen Feng really beat Wang Hou to death.


    The trouble would be enormous.


    The crowd cast worried nces at Chen Feng.


    "Young man, this thief might not make it, though it’s not certain you killed him, you should leave quickly, because a death would be very troublesome, go quickly, rest assured, we won’t call the police, this thief is too detestable, you acted in self-defense, we’ll testify for you!"


    An old man buying pancakes said to Chen Feng.


    "Exactly, this bastard deserved it, if it were me, I’d chop off his hands, brother, you’re good, but now this scoundrel may be dead, though we know you didn’t kill him, once the policee you won’t be able to exin, so get going!"


    A middle-aged man chimed in.


    "I think this thief must have some sickness, how could a normal person copse after a few ps? He definitely has some acute condition that suddenly erupted, causing him to ’die’, it’s not rted to this young man, he’s just taking the me, best to leave first!"


    A middle-aged woman analyzed.


    With these three speaking.


    For a moment, the crowd also began to voice their opinions.


    Some thought Chen Feng should stay for the police to exin clearly.


    Others thought he should leave immediately, as this involves a death and isn’t easy to rify.


    Though opinions varied, it was clear they all stood by Chen Feng.


    After all, the motionless Wang Hou on the ground was the true object of their hate.


    In response to the crowd’s advice.


    Chen Feng smiled faintly, still looking calm.


    He wasn’t panicked, instead, he walked straight forward, came to Wang Hou’s side, reached out his left hand to grab Wang Hou’s cor, lifting him up from the ground, and said lightly: "Pretending to be dead, are you? Since you like dying so much, I’ll just send you off!"


    Having said that.


    Chen Feng raised his right hand high, turned it into a palm, and aimed it at Wang Hou’s forehead.


    This time.


    Chen Feng seemed intentional, the speed of the descending palm was slow.


    But the palm’s gust blew directly on Wang Hou’s forehead.


    The fierce breeze made Wang Hou’s forehead turn bright red.


    Seeing Chen Feng’s right palm getting closer to Wang Hou’s forehead.


    Soon it wouldnd there.


    At that moment.


    Wang Hou suddenly opened his eyes, shouting: "Spare me, brother!"


    With a normal person.


    They’d surely be startled by such a scene.


    After all, a seemingly ’expired’ person suddenly opening their eyes.


    A normal person would be startled.


    The crowd was stunned by this scene.


    In contrast, Chen Feng, holding Wang Hou’s cor, remained calm, even showing a slight smile.


    As if he had anticipated this moment.


    "Oh? Weren’t you dead? What, you can’t keep up the act?"


    Chen Feng asked lightly.


    "No... I’m not dead!"


    Wang Hou shook his head urgently.


    "Since you’re not dead, then continue getting beaten, until I beat you to death!"


    Chen Fengughed coldly.


    Immediately, he was about to raise his right palm.


    Seeing this.


    Wang Hou was nearly scared witless, hastily shouting: "Brother, Grandpa, stop hitting, I’ll go with you, I’ll go where you say..."


    "Oh? Didn’t you say you’d rather die than go with me?"


    Chen Feng mocked.


    "Grandpa, just treat my previous words like wind, let them go, I’ll go with you wherever you say, I won’t resist!"


    Wang Hou promptly said.


    At this point, he changed from his prior unyielding stance, bing miserably obedient, no longer daring to talk tough.


    Because from the few ps Chen Feng had dealt.


    He realized.


    Chen Feng is someone who truly will strike lethally!


    As they say, the fierce fear the tough.


    In front of someone like this.


    If he continued to act tough, it would truly lead to a dead end.


    So Wang Hou simply submitted.


    "Really? What if halfway you have second thoughts, or try running away?"


    Chen Feng coldly asked.


    "I wouldn’t dare, absolutely wouldn’t dare, if I do, you can p me to death!"


    Wang Hou shook his head urgently, promising.