After All, I'm Not Some Devil

Ding Renfeng listened earnestly and said, "Boss, I have another idea!"

An Yi replied, "Go ahead, speak freely!"

Ding Renfeng pondered and said, "This kid has such tender skin—perfect for stir-fry or deep-fried skewers. The old man’s a bit aged, but he’d make a great stock for stewed ribs!"

Yao Ji, pushing up his round glasses excitedly, chimed in, "Yeah! We should totally eat people! That way, no one can call you soft-hearted!"

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Unexpectedly, this sparked a wave of enthusiasm among his underlings.

"I think we should use a dull knife to slice his meat, hang him at the school gate, and set up a big pot underneath—shaving him piece by piece!"

"Pull out his tendons, tie his hands and feet with them, and hang him up! Every twitch would make him feel the agony of being flayed alive!"

"How about we find a bunch of guys to rough him up first, then watch him and his servant torment each other?"

"I think sashimi would be better. Just grab a bottle of premium soy sauce, and we can start slicing—let him taste his own flesh!"

Carried away by the excitement, Yao Ji’s eyes burned with a dark, feverish intensity behind his round glasses as he roared, "Boss, why don’t we just kill everyone at the school?!"

A passing student overheard this and turned pale.

"What the hell is wrong with these people?!"

Smack!

An Yi’s $2.50 slipper landed squarely on Yao Ji’s face as he said lazily, "Cut the nonsense! Wipe that creepy look off your face—you’ll corrupt the kids!"

This guy was such a cowardly weakling, yet his mind was full of these inhuman, bloody, dark fantasies.

Wu Hao, who had been captured by Ding Renfeng, was deathly pale, his clothes drenched in sweat, and his pants thoroughly soaked.

Hearing An Yi’s words, he finally let out a shaky breath.

Thank goodness! There’s no way they’re actually this deranged—talking about eating people in this civilized world!

An Yi rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Still, the earlier suggestions aren’t bad. Later, take him to the hotpot restaurant and prep him for the staff lunch."

"Wait, hold on!!"

Wu Hao screamed in a tearful voice, his hair matted with cold sweat.

An Yi glanced at him and said casually, "Oh right, I almost forgot to ask for your opinion. Do you prefer mushroom broth or spicy hotpot?"

Wu Hao:

His name was Wu Hao, an ultra-rich second-generation heir.

He could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist! He was arrogant, domineering, and trampled over the weak!

But somewhere along the way, the script had gone wrong—now he was about to be turned into soup by some nobody!

He was panicking. Help needed! Urgent!

"Hey! Answer the question! Mushroom or spicy?!"

Yao Ji, brimming with bravado, smacked the back of Wu Hao’s head and snarled.

Wu Hao’s once perfectly styled hair was now a disheveled mess, a far cry from his usual swagger.

He really wanted to cry! As a tyrant of a rich kid, wasn’t bullying the meek supposed to go his way?

In the past, if he disliked someone, he’d just order his bodyguards to cripple them!

If he saw a pretty woman on the street, he’d drag her into his car to "make babies."

Because he was the young master of Yunzhou—he had the power to act like a law unto himself!

But today, he hadn’t even started bullying anyone!

Since when did smashing a single table warrant being turned into soup?!

Wu Hao forced a trembling smile. "Big bro—"

"Who the hell’s your big bro?! Call me grandpa!"

Yao Ji smacked him again.

Today, he was loving this.

Usually, he was the one getting beaten and calling others "grandpa." Who knew he’d get to be the tough guy for once?

"G-Grandpa!" Wu Hao croaked, his voice hoarse.

After all these years of tyranny, is karma finally catching up?

There was no helping it—he’d trusted his butler too much.

Who would’ve thought that a seasoned martial artist wouldn’t even get a chance to fight before being knocked out cold?

"Earlier, you said you’re from where?"

An Yi sat on a stool, exuding the aura of a boss as he drawled.

"Cao County—"

Smack!

Yao Ji slapped his forehead again. "You dare speak the sacred name of Cao County?!"

"Yunzhou! I’m from Yunzhou, grandpas!"

Wu Hao, terrified of another beating, quickly added, "I see you grandpas are business-minded folks. My family’s been in trade for five generations—we’ve got a bit of wealth. I noticed you were selling this skincare product earlier, and I love it! Could you possibly… part with it for me?"

An Yi’s face lit up. "W-Well, that’s a bit awkward..."

Wu Hao forced a smile uglier than crying. "I adore it! Please grant me this wish!"

An Yi chuckled. "If you love it that much, I’ll sell it to you. After all, I’m not some devil."

"Thank you! I’ll take it—all of it! It’s 500 bucks a bottle, right?"

Wu Hao, relieved to have saved his life, cautiously asked.

An Yi grinned without warmth. "You misunderstood. The ‘500’ is per gram."

Wu Hao:

What kind of scam is 500 bucks per gram?! Even gold isn’t this expensive!

"Boss, looks like he doesn’t wanna buy!"

Yao Ji eagerly whipped out his belt, seething with anger.

Wu Hao panicked. "No, no, I’ll buy! I was just so excited I spaced out!"

An Yi beamed. "Since you love it so much, let’s say… five million for all this Jade Beauty Elixir!"

"Five million?!"

Wu Hao’s face turned green. There are, like, five bottles here!

An Yi scowled. "I’m only selling because you love it so much!"

"Take this!"

Yao Ji swung his belt, ready to strike.

Wu Hao flinched. "N-No, it’s… it’s a steal! I’ll transfer the money now!"

The moment the five million hit his account, An Yi felt pure bliss.

Then, the [Demon Fund] in his system doubled—reaching ten million!

This system’s such a tease!

This was a legitimate business deal—how could it count toward the Demon Fund?!

"Can… can we go now?" Wu Hao asked weakly.

"Scram!"

An Yi waved dismissively.

Yao Ji, still holding his belt, looked disappointed.

Wu Hao, supporting his unconscious butler, wobbled toward his luxury car on shaky legs.

"Hey, your Jade Beauty Elixir!"

An Yi held up the bottles—the guy forgot his purchase!

"No… it’s yours!"

Wu Hao replied, tears in his eyes.

As he turned away, his expression twisted with fury.

He’d never been humiliated like this in his life!

He would make this bastard pay!

Watching Wu Hao’s luxury car vanish into the distance, An Yi cleared his throat and declared solemnly, "See that? That’s marketing!"

One underling muttered, "Isn’t this just extor—"

Whack!

Ding Renfeng smacked the guy’s head and started clapping. "Bravo!"

Clap clap clap!

Applause erupted.

An Yi gestured for them to tone it down and said, "Five million on opening day—this success belongs to all of you! Keep up the good work."

Yao Ji nudged Ding Renfeng excitedly. "See? I knew following Boss would lead to greatness!"

Ding Renfeng nodded. "A true dragon among men!"