Feng Feiyu's smile did not diminish at all.
He was genuinely happy, evidently.
But such words always made Jason feel uneasy.
Even ominous.
Especially now, Feng Feiyu was more like an old general on stage.
Instantly, Jason frowned.
"Dou Bao, go to the backyard and get two willow branches from Su Niang. Oh, and bring a brazier as well."
"Alright."
Dou Bao got up immediately.
Feng Feiyu, on the other hand, looked utterly bewildered.
When Jason picked up the willow branches, dipped them in water, and proceeded to whip him, making him stand outside the door and cross over the brazier, the former Purple-clothed arrest officer could only let out a bitter laugh.
"What's this all about?
I didn't do anything.
No need to make such a big fuss, right?"
Feng Feiyu said, but he still complied.
He believed Jason wouldn't harm him.
Even though the scene looked a lot like expelling bad fortune.
