Chapter 2352

"Good, good, good!" The crowd cheered and shouted excitedly, and one guy even shouted joyfully: "I don't think this bottle of holy water is enough; I have some here too, I'll go fill a bottle right away."

Hearing this guy's words, some people realized: "I have holy water too, I'll go fill a bottle too."

This was like opening Pandora's box; everyone scrambled to find empty beer bottles and ran to the restroom. Damn it, using someone else's holy water to feed Chang Shengli—how could it be as satisfying as using one's own?

And at this time, Yu Xiangjun and Chen Hengyu finally knew what the so-called holy water miracle drug was; both looked at Zhang Zuo, and in their hearts, they cursed in unison: F*ck, this bastard is truly rotten to the core.

Soon, they came back one by one holding beer bottles; if you didn't know, you'd really think it was beer, except that some people had a lot of foam in their hands—don't know if it was because of poor kidney function.

"Everyone's back!" Zhang Zuo shouted with great interest: "Come, a few people hold him down first; in case he wakes up while drinking the holy water and starts struggling without knowing the situation, it would be too wasteful to spill the holy water."

"I'll hold him down!"

"Count me in!"

Then four more people came out, and then two held his legs, two held his arms, one held his head, and one pinched his mouth open.

"You bastards be careful." The guy pinching his mouth warned: "Don't you dare spill it all on my hands."

"Don't worry!"

The guy in the first position held the beer bottle, squatted down with a ferocious grin, and then suddenly thrust the entire bottle mouth into Chang Shengli's mouth.

"F*ck!" The guy pinching his mouth cursed angrily, as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and pulled his hand away with a 'whoosh', but it was still splashed with a few drops of yellow liquid: "Huang Dayong, I'll f*ck your grandmother."

This guy raised his hand in a rage, rubbing it back and forth on Huang Dayong's body, but still felt disgusted, and ran to the restroom as soon as he got up.

And at this time, Chang Shengli, although still in a coma, was probably reacting instinctively, actually drinking it 'gurgle-gurgle', except that a lot of it was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"F*ck!" The guy holding his head looked up and took a deep breath: "Huang Dayong, have you been having internal heat these past few days? This smell is too damn pungent."

Huang Dayong laughed, and just as the bottle was almost finished, Chang Shengli suddenly started coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough... cough... cough, cough, cough..."

Chang Shengli coughed more and more violently; his originally pale face turned deep red because he couldn't catch his breath from the violent coughing.

"Damn it!" Zhang Zuo cursed: "You bastard, hurry up and lift the beer bottle; don't choke him to death."

Huang Dayong hurriedly lifted the beer bottle, and the remaining liquid inside spilled all over Chang Shengli; the pungent smell was even stronger than before.

Chang Shengli's subordinates felt their scalps go numb, their throats kept rolling, and they used all their strength to curl up their bodies, very afraid of being dragged out by that bunch of guys who were even more unscrupulous than them to drink holy water.

At this time, Yu Xiangjun was also cursing in his heart; it wasn't that he sympathized with Chang Shengli, but he felt, how could he take him back when he was covered in urine?

Yu Xiangjun pulled the policeman next to him who was still watching the fun with great interest: "Xiao Zhang, go back to the branch bureau and bring a sidecar motorcycle over."

"Ah?" Xiao Zhang said somewhat puzzled: "With just these few people, the cars we drove here today are enough."

Yu Xiangjun pointed to Chang Shengli, who had stopped coughing and had woken up but whose eyes were unfocused: "You want to put him in the car?"

The policeman looked at Chang Shengli and then at the bunch of guys still queuing up to feed holy water; the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and he turned and left without a word.

Sitting in the car, it would be hard to clean if it were filled with the stench of urine, but a sidecar didn't have such worries; that thing could be washed with water without any problem.

"Oh!" Zhang Zuo squatted down, looked at Chang Shengli, whose eyes were gradually focusing, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the drug effect to be so good; you woke up after just one bottle. In order for the wound on your head to heal faster and better, drink some more holy water."

Chang Shengli felt his head splitting with pain, and his ears were buzzing; he didn't hear clearly what Zhang Zuo said, but he felt the taste in his mouth, and he smacked his lips, feeling that something was wrong no matter what.

Then, his entire body was controlled, and even his head couldn't move; immediately after, a beer bottle was forcibly stuffed into his mouth, and the foul smell rushed straight to his brain through his nose.

Even if his head had been cracked open and he hadn't truly woken up yet, he knew what was in the beer bottle; he started holding his breath and struggling desperately. But no matter how he struggled, his body was already firmly controlled, and the only place he could move was his throat.

"Damn it!" The guy holding the beer bottle cursed and reached out to pinch Chang Shengli's nose: "Let's see how long you can hold your breath."

At this time, Chang Shengli already felt his chest tight and increasingly bloated, as if his waist was about to explode; after another thirty seconds, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and as his throat moved, a large amount of yellow liquid poured into his stomach along his throat.

"Heh!" The guy holding the beer bottle laughed: "That's right; Brother Dazuo said this is holy water, which can make the wound on your head heal as soon as possible; you have to be obedient and know what's good for you."

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."

Chang Shengli's eyes were wide open, his eyes ferociously scary; he didn't know if he was cursing or saying something, but strange sounds came from his throat, and yellow liquid with foam sprayed out from the corners of his mouth.

"F*ck, it's gone!" This guy picked up the empty beer bottle with great regret.

"I will definitely kill... woo..." Before Chang Shengli could finish his words, his nose was pinched by someone else again; the moment he opened his mouth, the beer bottle was thrust into his mouth.

After watching for a while, Zhang Zuo felt somewhat bored, then put his arm around Yu Xiangjun's shoulder: "Old Yu, there are still quite a few people left behind, two of whom had guns, but we disarmed them. Next, I have to trouble you with something..."

Zhang Zuo put his arm around Yu Xiangjun's shoulder and walked toward the back, whispering as he walked, and as he listened, Yu Xiangjun felt something was wrong: "You mean, the bandit you are feeding urine to is Chang Shengli?"

Chang Shengli was still quite famous in the capital, but because Tang Lin had cracked his head open and he was covered in blood, Yu Xiangjun hadn't recognized him.

"Right!" Zhang Zuo nodded: "Jia Dai is in the back; they have more than a dozen people, among whom there is a guy with a scar on his head. I don't know who he is, and I don't need to know; I only have one request: take special care of him and make sure he is sent to the execution ground."

Yu Xiangjun's heart beat violently, and he hesitated: "Do you have a grudge?"

"No!" Zhang Zuo laughed: "I am doing this for the people; because as soon as I see that guy, I know there's a problem; maybe he has murder cases on his hands, and this requires you to investigate."

Yu Xiangjun didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either, because he knew very well in his heart that he had to do this whether he agreed or not. If he rejected Zhang Zuo's face this time, he believed Zhang Zuo certainly wouldn't say anything.

After all, he was the deputy director of the branch bureau; no matter how awesome Zhang Zuo's family background was, it couldn't reach him. However, if he didn't do as Zhang Zuo said this time, if that scar-faced guy committed a crime later, Zhang Zuo would absolutely not let go of the opportunity to strike him and make him pay for today's willfulness.

Which of those guys didn't have cases on their hands? Moreover, a dog can't change its habit of eating excrement, and the scar-faced guy wasn't his son; how could he dare to bet that the scar-faced guy would turn over a new leaf and not commit crimes again?

Zhang Zuo didn't continue speaking either, because he knew Yu Xiangjun was a smart person and wouldn't refuse his request. The important thing was that this matter was letting him handle it within the framework of the law, not asking him to bend the law for personal gain. If Yu Xiangjun still refused under these circumstances, he would absolutely doubt how this guy reached his current position.