Chapter 2928: then translation of title

2728 Dahungya, astonishing the four seats (Alliance Leader Deng Chaohong bonus chapter 2)

The old woman was somewhat Confusion, her aura seized, she sat on the ground with her eyes flickering.

Beside, a woman took a bottle of pure water from the thermos she was holding, hesitated a moment, and handed it to her.

"Third Aunt, have a sip of water."

The old woman hesitated a moment, just about to receive that bottle of water, when Dahungya made a gesture, and a security guard standing beside him swung his baton, knocking the bottle away.

"What are you doing!" the woman screamed, her hands and feet twitching involuntarily.

"Give face, no face, aren't you leaving? Then I'll damn well expose your true nature, don't talk about not observing jianghu righteousness." Dahungya said contemptuously: "This is my turf, you've overstepped."

Gao Shaojie was stunned for a moment; this isn't a folk custom common in Dong Bei, but the old woman's trembling and twitching voice seemed somewhat deliberate, as if something had possessed her.

Such professionalism is rarely seen nowadays; frankly, it was rare before too. Gao Shaojie had only heard of it, never actually witnessed it.

"You bastard, do your arms and legs always hurt?" Dahungya said with a tone full of mockery, bending over as he spoke to pick up the water bottle on the ground.

"Taken from the fridge, what you're holding is a thermos, right?" Dahungya then looked at the Middle-aged Woman and said two unrelated sentences.

The two women's faces changed drastically, while the two men looked bewildered, not knowing what Dahungya was saying.

"Drink cold water, and your voice changes, like a damn haunting—I'm just asking if that's you." Dahungya said, "This kind of low‑class trick, after I turned eighteen I couldn't be bothered with it; I just fool people who know nothing."

Gao Shaojie startled, does drinking cold water change one's voice? Could it be that the cold water causes vocal cord spasms? Not really. Plus there's limb twitching; just now seeing that old woman twitch like she had epilepsy, the whole charade made Gao Shaojie feel a bit uneasy inside.

The key is, how did Dahungya know?

"You think this is a family‑handed‑down skill, you idiot." Dahungya continued spouting nonsense: "In medical terms, you have a family history of hereditary disease. You don't even know the danger, yet you still come to the Hospital to put on a ghost show—you'll die of it sooner or later."

……

The few people standing opposite Dahungya were dumbfounded by his absurd speech, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Shoulders, thighs, calves, arms twitch involuntarily; it's better when sleeping. When drinking cold water the voice changes, and the twitching becomes even more violent—you just can't Persist for long, you tell people you're old and can't keep that great power for long, right?"

Seeing the expressions of this group, Dahungya already knew the score; he said proudly.

Now several people were utterly shocked; they realized they had encountered a master, and their hands and feet felt somewhat unresponsive.

But could a master possibly have Dahungya's virtue? They also doubted this. In ordinary people's imagination, masters aren't all white‑clad like snow, coming and going like wind, are they?

This is a society that judges by looks; Dahungya knows his appearance is poor, and he's aware of it.

Precisely because he knows this, Dahungya grew angrier; he stood with his hands behind his back, making a few gestures. Someone behind him saw it and turned and left.

Gao Shaojie also froze; in his impression, Dahungya was just an unlearned jianghu swindler. How could he possibly utter such professional words? This is unscientific!

"A bunch of idiots!" Dahungya continued cursing, "That son of a bitch, you've already started sweating. You're practically about to die, still putting on a ghost show here—aren't you afraid you'll die with no one to bury you?"

"You have neuromuscular stiffness, clinically known as Isaacs syndrome!"

What Dahungya said next could literally be described as astonishing—not only did the people opposite stare dumbfounded, but more importantly Gao Shaojie, Liu Zewei, Professor Qin, and the other medical staff were all stunned.

"In jianghu lore, this is an innate spirit medium; just a sip of cold water can…… paralyze, but nowadays this is all feudal superstition—speaking of it dirties the mouth. I'm telling you what illness you have; go get checked, don't mess around on my turf."

Dahungya knew he had the upper hand, firmly suppressing everyone, then imitating Zheng Lao Ban's pose—arms crossed, chin resting on hands—he looked at the old woman: "There's still hope; don't delay, scram now. Don't go to the Fu Yuan Hospital for treatment either—just seeing you makes me sick."

"Like a bunch of maggots, you've got hands and feet but don't know how to do an honest job—what can you do to support yourself besides scamming people? Look at the funeral stall at the hospital gate; that's how you make money. You lot, just loafing around eating and drinking, are long outdated."

Gao Shaojie listening grew bewildered; this matter simply shattered his worldview to the extreme.

Such professional talk would be normal if Zheng Lao Ban or Yun Ge'er said it, but with Dahungya standing here saying it in a confused manner, it feels utterly bizarre.

"Oh my god!" the old woman still wouldn't concede, sitting on the ground, she employed the 'one cry, two ruckus, three suicide' tactic, directly crossing her legs and began wailing loudly.

"No face!" Dahungya spat, then turned to look at the door: "Why haven't they come yet? Have they already given birth?"

"Security Team Captain, don't rush, don't rush, it's coming right away."

A security guard nodded and bowed as he spoke.

"Three counts, if you don't leave don't blame me for being impolite." Dahungya said coldly.

He stretched out his hand, three fingers held in midair.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Recording!" After Dahungya finished counting the three numbers, seeing no effect, he retreated half a step, fixed his gaze on the two men, and said in a low voice.

Is recording useful? Gao Shaojie didn't know what Dahungya was selling from his gourd. This scene before him had already completely surpassed his judgment; what comes next is utterly unpredictable.

Not only him, Liu Zewei and Professor Qin were the same; they didn't know what this rascal Security Team Captain actually wanted to do.

A thin, somewhat cultured security guard stood at the rear, taking a camcorder from his bag and began filming.

"Damn it, where's the old fox spirit?" The doorway became even more chaotic as seven or eight women rushed in.

Some held rolling pins, some wielded spatulas, and one even grabbed a steel scouring ball for washing dishes.

Gao Shaojie got his face covered.

What does this have to do with that……

"Here!"

"You old immoral thing, how old are you still trying to seduce my man!" The leading woman, big‑shouldered and thick‑waisted, capable of taking down two or three Dahungyas, grabbed a rolling pin and charged over with a fierce look.

However she didn't strike; she merely subdued those two middle‑aged men.

Immediately, the women behind her surged forward.