Hit Harder

They had expected to see Lin Xuan getting brutally beaten by that man, his handsome face swollen and bruised.

Instead, what met their eyes was Wang Fu’s face, swollen like a pig’s head, with blood trickling from his nose and mouth.

The area around his eyes was so puffed up that only a slit remained visible.

As for Lin Xuan? He stood unharmed, without a single scratch.

And Jiang Yutong?

"Beat him up, sir! Don’t let him go!" She stood on the bed, clutching the torn part of her shoulder, cheering Lin Xuan on.

This bizarre scene left everyone who had barged in to rescue Lin Xuan and Jiang Yutong utterly stunned.

They exchanged glances.

They must have entered the wrong way!

That had to be it!

With that thought, they retreated from the room, swiped the card again, and re-entered—only to witness the same scene!

The security guard froze. "Sister Wang, didn’t you say Lin Xuan would be the one getting beaten up? This is the complete opposite!"

Sister Wang stayed silent.

Xiao Li’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Ahhhh!

Lin Xuan was so incredibly cool!

Not only was he a genius in business and computers, but his combat skills were also off the charts!

A true all-rounder!

The two security guards also looked at Lin Xuan with admiration—his moves were impressive!

Even Sister Wang was dumbfounded.

She had assumed Lin Xuan would be the one suffering, but it turned out he was the one making Wang Fu howl in pain.

You really can’t judge a book by its cover.

Lin Xuan and Jiang Yutong were aware of the newcomers but paid them no mind. The beating continued, and the cheering went on as before.

Wang Fu saw the people entering.

A glimmer of hope flickered in his desperate eyes.

Thank goodness, someone was here—he was saved.

"Help me, please help me," Wang Fu begged.

Get him away from this man.

This man was terrifying beyond words.

If Lin Xuan kept hitting him like this, he would die.

To his shock, Xiao Li walked over, shut the door, and joined the cheering squad.

"Go, Lin Xuan! Beat him up!"

"Ahhh, so cool, so cool!"

"Harder, hit him harder!"

Xiao Li jumped around excitedly.

Sister Wang, being older and more composed, remained outwardly calm but inwardly rooted for Lin Xuan.

Admittedly,

watching Lin Xuan dish out the punishment was oddly satisfying.

As for the two security guards, they were busy studying and mimicking Lin Xuan’s moves.

None of the four had any intention of helping Wang Fu.

Despair filled Wang Fu’s eyes.

Was this really the end for him?

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—"

Lin Xuan kept punching Wang Fu relentlessly.

After ten minutes of abuse, Wang Fu felt pain all over his body.

It hurt so much—death might have been easier...

Two more minutes passed, and Lin Xuan delivered another kick to Wang Fu’s chest, sending him flying through the air before crashing onto the floor.

The impact made the floor tremble.

Wang Fu lay there, barely alive.

Lin Xuan walked up to him and raised an eyebrow. "So? How does it feel? Still think I’m some weakling?"

Sister Wang recalled her earlier assumption and shook her head vigorously.

If Lin Xuan was "weak," then others couldn’t even crush an ant.

"N-no…"

Wang Fu lay on the ground, trembling and weak. "P-please… let me go… I’ll n-never dare again."

He truly wouldn’t.

Had he known Jiang Yutong had such a terrifying man protecting her, he would never have laid a finger on her.

Lin Xuan crouched in front of Wang Fu, suddenly reminded of the time when Su Hua got drunk and a man tried to harass her.

"Wang Fu, you like forcing yourself on women, don’t you?"

Lin Xuan’s voice was icy, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Wang Fu shuddered, a dreadful premonition rising in his heart.

What was he planning?

Lin Xuan pressed a pressure point on Wang Fu’s body, paralyzing him completely—only his mouth could move.

Fear returned to Wang Fu’s eyes.

"W-what are you doing?"

Lin Xuan smirked, stood up, and placed one foot directly between Wang Fu’s legs.

"What am I doing?" Lin Xuan tilted his head. "Since you enjoy forcing women, I think you don’t need this part anymore. Don’t you agree?"

"The world could use one more eunuch. Sounds good to me."

Without giving Wang Fu time to react, Lin Xuan stomped down hard—and twisted his foot.

"AAAAAHHHHH—" Wang Fu’s agonized scream pierced the air.

His manhood—his manhood!

Before, Lin Xuan’s beatings were just physical torture. But now, destroying that? This was psychological torment too.

The two male security guards in the room instinctively crossed their legs, feeling a phantom pain.

Damn, this was brutal—actually castrating a man!

The three women in the room, however, watched with gleaming eyes, fixated on Lin Xuan’s foot.

Too bad Wang Fu was still wearing pants.

It would’ve been even more entertaining otherwise.

Lin Xuan kept grinding his foot until he felt something crunch. Only then did he lift his foot.

Wang Fu had long passed out from the pain.

Lin Xuan pressed two more points, reviving Wang Fu and restoring his mobility.

The first thing Wang Fu did upon waking was tremble as he reached down to check.

Then he realized—it was gone.

"MY MANHOOD! AAAAAHHH!" Wang Fu’s face twisted in despair.

Just days ago, he’d been online gossiping about Lin Li being exposed as a eunuch. Now, it was his turn.

Suddenly, Wang Fu glared at Lin Xuan with pure hatred.

It was all his fault!

If not for him, he would’ve succeeded—Jiang Yutong would’ve been his by now.

And he wouldn’t be in this state, reduced to a eunuch.

All because of him!

If he couldn’t have a good ending, he’d drag Lin Xuan down with him.

Wang Fu pulled a knife from his shoe—the one he’d planned to use to disfigure Jiang Yutong.

"I’ll kill you!" Gritting his teeth, he mustered all his strength and stabbed toward Lin Xuan.