“OHHH—”
The piercing roar of the crowd rose like a tidal wave, as if it might shake the ceiling down.
The garishly made-up rich young men and women pounded the chain-link fence like mad, their neck tattoos flushed crimson from shouting. Even the reserved guests from the private rooms descended from their pedestals, standing among the frenzied spectators as they gazed at the two men in the ring.
The noisy onlookers chanted in unison:
“Take him down—”
“Take him down! Take him down!”
“OHHH—”
Yan Zhenzhen, the mayor’s young daughter who had a crush on Qin Chuan, cheered excitedly along with the crowd: “Qin Chuan—go! Take him down!”
Upstairs, young men and women from even higher-status families leaned against each other, mocking the poor fool in the ring for overestimating himself, sipping their beer.
A woman asked, “Does that live-in son-in-law of the Sang family not know that Brother Qin studied boxing and fencing?”
Her companion snorted. “Definitely not.”
The woman covered her mouth, hiding a smug, delighted smile. “Then he’s finished.”
Boxing ring.
Both Gong Ze and Qin Chuan had taken off their jackets. They stood facing each other, eyes locked on their opponent’s eyes and every tiny movement, slowly circling.
Qin Chuan still wore that gentle, polite expression.
Looking at his face, you would never imagine that this protagonist top—seemingly like the boy next door—hid a powerful, fierce physique beneath his warm-toned clothing. Under that tall frame and gentle attire was the skin of a brute, stripped of any pretense of kindness.
As Qin Chuan adjusted the knuckle dusters on his hands, he sincerely tried to dissuade Gong Ze, his tone considerate. “You shouldn’t have insisted on competing with me in this, Mr. Gong Ze. It’s not too late to give up now. You’ll only lose some face—that’s better than getting hurt.”
Listening to the protagonist top’s veiled verbal jab, Gong Ze’s eyes sparkled with amusement. He pretended to be unconvinced. “You’re so sure I’ll lose?”
Qin Chuan looked troubled. “I heard that Mr. Gong Ze came from a poor background? No parents, had to live in an orphanage until adulthood.”
Gong Ze raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, sorry.” Qin Chuan suddenly seemed to realize his words were harsh. With a look of ‘guilt,’ he said to Gong Ze, “Please don’t misunderstand, Mr. Gong Ze. I’m not mocking you. I’m just trying to say—”
“Someone like me, from childhood, has had access to educational resources and opportunities that are different from yours.”
Qin Chuan smiled.
“For example, boxing, fencing, taekwondo, tea ceremony, chess, martial arts, and so on. Skills that cost a lot of money for an ordinary family and are hard to master—for people at our level, they’re just things we’ve been exposed to since childhood. Nothing worth mentioning.”
“But for someone like you, who’s even worse off than the average person…”
Qin Chuan curled both corners of his lips upward. “You probably haven’t even heard of them, have you?”
Gong Ze listened to his trash talk.
Instead of choosing knuckle dusters like Qin Chuan, he took off his tie and, while Qin Chuan was rambling, slowly wrapped it around his knuckles and palm.
“I really mean well,” Qin Chuan sighed.
“Boxing is my hobby. My father hired the best instructor to teach me one-on-one. By choosing to compete with me in this, if you lose, I can’t really claim a fair victory.”
“I understand, Mr. Gong Ze. You’re jealous, dissatisfied. You want to defeat me through this childish game, to prove you’re better than me.”
“To prove to all of us rich kids that even though you came from poverty, you can still stand at the same height as us. But—”
Qin Chuan looked into Gong Ze’s eyes. The pure, kind, warm smile on his face disappeared. What emerged was his true face—black and evil, like venom.
Amid the screams, Qin Chuan stopped pretending to be a good man. His gaze turned terrifying, coercing Gong Ze as he rapidly spat venom in a low voice:
“A poor wretch is still a poor wretch.”
“Even if you get rich, you’ll never wash off the stench of poverty. You’ll never fit into our circle!”
Then, in the blink of an eye, Qin Chuan’s face shifted back to a reassuring, charming smile. He waved to Yan Zhenzhen down below, then turned to Gong Ze and said, “How should I mock your foolishness, hmm? You chose to fight me in underground boxing? You’re dead—”
Yes.
He was dead.
The little glowing orb fluttered its two tiny wings as it watched the white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside protagonist top, its expression gradually going numb.
Then it watched Gong Ze—who had just been spewed with venom by the protagonist top Qin Chuan—reveal a warm, nuclear-grade gentle smile. System Hello Big shuddered violently.
There’s no saving him. Light a candle.
Some idiot actually thought it was a good idea to throw hands with the Great Demon King of the Transmigration Department. Hey kid, do you have any idea who you’re trash-talking? Huh?
Do you really think this sadistic freak relies solely on psychological manipulation to torment protagonists into misery?
No—
It’s pure physical and psychological torture.
“If you don’t understand human language, I’m also slightly versed in martial arts.”
“If you still won’t listen, let’s have a real heart-to-heart talk.”
System: Before working with Gong Ze, it never realized that the phrase “heart-to-heart talk” wasn’t a metaphor—it was literal!
[H-Host…]
The system swallowed nervously, forcing a shaky smile as it tried to save the protagonist top’s life. But the moment Gong Ze looked over with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, the system’s plea of “go easy on him” turned into…
[Y-you go ahead and beat him up, but you can’t beat me, okay?]
The temporary referee—a crew-cut guy covered in facial piercings—shouted “Begin!” and the atmosphere in the venue was once again pushed to a frenzy of screams and excited roars.
Qin Chuan lunged forward immediately, his face still wearing that gentle, soft expression. But the venomous knuckle dusters on his fists aimed every blow at Gong Ze’s head.
Gong Ze, pretending to be intimidated by Qin Chuan’s earlier words, hesitated and retreated, ‘awkwardly’ dodging again and again.
He didn’t dare to engage Qin Chuan directly.
His several near-misses of tumbling to the ground drew waves of disdainful jeers and mocking laughter from the rebellious young men and women.
Yan Zhenzhen, watching Qin Chuan’s imposing performance, flushed crimson with excitement. She bounced up and down, cheering him on until her voice went hoarse.
The people from the private room earlier also snickered at the spectacle. They pounded on the chain-link fence surrounding the ring and shouted at Gong Ze: “What do you call that move?”
A crisp female voice answered: “Dog eating shit!”
“Hahahahaha!”
The crowd below erupted in laughter.
Qin Chuan also smiled at this, his eyes mocking as he stared at the ‘panting, pale-faced man full of regret.’
It was true that this man was extraordinarily handsome, but unfortunately—Qin Chuan sized up Gong Ze.
He felt that the lingering gloominess and petty air about Gong Ze made even his somewhat decent-looking face seem several degrees more ordinary.
“Is running away really that fun?”
Qin Chuan put on a troubled, helpless expression and gently advised Gong Ze: “Mr. Gong Ze, let’s just end this quickly. There’s no need to waste everyone’s time, alright?”
Gong Ze was having a great time acting, but when he heard this, his face flushed with ‘anger and humiliation.’ “Qin Chuan, you bastard! How dare you humiliate me!”
The audience below also believed the outcome was already decided.
After all, Qin Chuan was one of the best in their circle—at the very top.
How could a poor wretch who climbed the ladder by becoming a live-in son-in-law possibly compare to Qin Chuan, who had studied boxing since childhood under a famous coach? Did he even know what boxing was?
The jeers from below were all directed at Gong Ze. The cries for Qin Chuan to knock him down grew louder and louder.
And the more they cheered for Qin Chuan, the more the wicked, sadistic glee within the black-bellied Gong Ze flourished.
What he loved most, during his missions, was when everyone was convinced the protagonist would win—and then he’d ruthlessly kick the protagonist off the pedestal, grind him underfoot, and snatch away the fruit of victory.
Watching the smug, contemptuous faces of the protagonist and his sycophants twist into shock, disbelief, and despair.
Watching the things they had schemed and struggled for shatter effortlessly at his hands—that was when Gong Ze’s sadistic side was instantly satisfied. The feeling was utterly wonderful, delicious to the extreme!
So Gong Ze played the weakling with even more gusto. His eyes reddened, a thin, glossy film of wounded pride forming over them. He put on the look of a man being toyed with, utterly helpless.
And Gong Ze’s angry, flushed face added a certain charm to his features—ones usually overshadowed by his gloomy, vicious demeanor.
Qin Chuan was momentarily captivated. His eyes slowly narrowed, and a different kind of thought began to form in his mind.
He had always been bisexual.
And contrary to his sunny, wholesome appearance, Qin Chuan was particularly indulgent in private—the type who couldn’t be satisfied even after multiple times in one night.
He just never targeted anyone within his social circle. He always picked ordinary people, willing participants who could be settled with money.
Back when the Sang family was still around, he had greatly enjoyed the adoration of Sang You—with his languid, seductive beauty, made even more fragile and exquisitely pretty by his sickly constitution.
But after the Sang family fell, Qin Chuan learned from his father that Sang You had likely fallen into Gong Ze’s hands and had already been “used.” He immediately found it a pity.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was disgusted by things others had touched, he would have been quite fond of Sang You’s intensely beautiful face and that slender, delicate figure.
Now that Sang You was no longer worthy of him, Qin Chuan reluctantly settled for Yan Zhenzhen, the mayor’s daughter—sweet and cute, even if she couldn’t compare to Sang You’s beauty.
Having confirmed that Yan Zhenzhen was still pure, he kept her at arm’s length, stringing her along.
At the same time, he cultivated several other backups to satisfy his needs. These backups included both men and women, but without exception, they were all beautiful people.
Yet these beauties, with their ‘slightly enhanced’ faces, seemed like cheap costume jewelry—fake and plastic—when compared to the flushed, angry, thoroughly captivating Gong Ze before him.
Sensing that the atmosphere was just right, Gong Ze deliberately revealed a small opening, letting Qin Chuan catch him and pin him down.
The cheers from below erupted, shaking the heavens.
Everyone was shouting Qin Chuan’s name.
Gong Ze ‘struggled in humiliation,’ though in truth, he had played knights and mercenaries in other worlds—countering in the blink of an eye was nothing.
Just as Gong Ze was about to take down Qin Chuan and savor the despair of the protagonist and these bystanders, suddenly—a hand traveled from the back of his neck, along his collarbone and Adam’s apple, all the way down to his chest.
Gong Ze: …
A flicker of surprise crossed Gong Ze’s eyes, followed by a deep, meaningful glint of amusement.
Qin Chuan pressed down on Gong Ze, using their position as cover. With one hand, he pinned Gong Ze’s wrist firmly behind his back. With his body, he lay atop Gong Ze.
Qin Chuan reveled in the weak, shame-filled struggles of the man beneath him—the slightly ragged breaths after exertion, the searing body heat seeping through their clothes, the contours of that body pressed against his…
The humiliated man, his eyes reddened at the corners, his pupils coated with a thin film of involuntary tears, twisted his head away hatefully and glared at him.
Between his thin lips: red tongue, white teeth, the taste of blood in the air.
Like a shattered, beautiful butterfly, waiting to be crushed and ground underfoot by him.
Qin Chuan’s eyes darkened. His pants grew tight. His breathing became heavy and rough. His other hand, still buried in Gong Ze’s chest, groped and kneaded more roughly.
The delicate, smooth texture beneath his fingers seemed to almost suck his hand in!
“Fuck…” Qin Chuan breathed wantonly against the back of Gong Ze’s neck, savoring the thrill of humiliating him. “Scared? Embarrassed, Gong Ze? … God, you’re that kind…”
The system stared at Qin Chuan, who had revealed his bestial, lecherous nature like a wild animal, its jaw dropped.
[Th-this… How can the protagonist top be like this…]
“Hah.”
Gong Ze let out a cold laugh in response to the system’s bewildered words. Qin Chuan’s filthy remarks buzzed in his ears. Gong Ze’s eyes narrowed with boredom.
The next moment, Qin Chuan, who had been doing whatever he pleased, realized that the body beneath him had stopped trembling. The panicked, gasping breaths had ceased. The sudden calm set off every alarm in Qin Chuan’s sixth sense.
Qin Chuan jerked back warily, trying to pull his hand away—but it was already too late.
He felt only a violent, agonizing pain in his nasal cavity—so intense that his vision went black. Then the world spun.
BAM!
The next second, Qin Chuan—who had been gloating just moments ago—slammed face-down onto the ring floor. Blows rained down on his abdomen like lightning. The man who had been pinned beneath him now had him pinned instead.
The cacophony around them fell instantly silent.
The shouts of Qin Chuan’s name were cut off abruptly, as if everyone had been choked.
Yan Zhenzhen finally reacted and screamed, “Brother Qin, fight back! Hit him!”
In the ring, Qin Chuan’s heart sank. He scrambled to struggle, but every one of his techniques was effortlessly countered by the man on top of him.
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