When we arrived near the clinic.
Song Xiaotian still did not understand what I wanted to do.
Although Hua Wenfeng was an ordinary person, he was also a psychiatrist.
Someone who studied psychology was not only meticulous in his reasoning but also mentally strong.
It would be hard to get anything out of Hua Wenfeng through conventional means.
But...
"The better someone is at something, the more likely he is to become arrogant in that field and believe no one else can beat him at it."
I asked Song Xiaotian, "You're very good at hand-to-hand combat. Do you think I could kill you if I wanted to?"
Song Xiaotian laughed. "If there were a thousand of you-no, ten thousand of you-you might be able to wear me down and kill me."
I laughed too. "Then look down."
He lowered his head, and his expression instantly froze.
I was holding a knife in my left hand, its tip only a few millimeters from his abdomen.
"Look, my knife is only a few millimeters away from you. That's the result."
"But I warned you beforehand, and you still got arrogant and underestimated me."
Song Xiaotian frowned and snapped, "I never fucking thought you'd stab me! Why would I be on guard against you? What kind of bullshit example is that? It doesn't count! It doesn't count! If someone told me he wanted to kill me, I'd be smacking the shit out of him a second later!"
I chuckled, tossed the knife aside, and got straight out of the car and walked into the clinic.
This time, I waited less than an hour before going in.
When Hua Wenfeng saw me, he gave a somewhat helpless smile.
"Dr. Hua, what are you smiling about?"
"Mr. Chen, let me be honest with you. There's