Chapter 31: There Will Be No Next Time
In an instant, the entire room was plunged into a deathly silence.
Everyone was utterly stunned.
Zhao Qinglong was especially horrified, staring in disbelief at his mutilated lower body, then slowly lifting his gaze to look at Zeng Xiaofan, who still gripped the barrel of his weapon.
No matter how he tried, he could not comprehend what had just happened; yet the searing pain from below confirmed that everything unfolding before his eyes was real.
A blood-curdling scream tore from Zhao Qinglong’s throat, echoing through the hall.
The crowd erupted in shock.
“My God! Is that kid even human?”
“He bent the gun barrel with his bare hands!”
“Is anyone capable of such a feat?”
“Heavens above!”
“Terrifying!”
“What kind of strength is this?”
“Unbelievable... It’s as if a celestial being has descended!”
All the burly men were dumbfounded, their arrogance vanished without a trace. At this moment, every gaze cast upon Zeng Xiaofan was filled with terror.
Zeng Xiaofan slowly lifted his head, surveying the room with pride.
Wherever his eyes landed, the men dropped to their knees.
“Big... big brother, please spare us!”
“Brother, it wasn’t my doing...”
“It was him! Zhao Qinglong forced us to come!”
One after another, they knelt and begged for mercy, but Zeng Xiaofan’s gaze was cold as steel.
“Weren’t you all so ruthless when you bullied Aunt Yao?”
“Why so meek now?”
“It’s too late!”
With an angry roar, Zeng Xiaofan raised his leg and stomped, crushing the man who had laid hands on Bai Qingyao.
The man’s agonized cries filled the air, overlapping with Zhao Qinglong’s screams.
Zeng Xiaofan showed no hesitation, moving on to the next perpetrator without pause.
In the blink of an eye, the room was filled with a chorus of screams, each more desperate than the last, striking fear into the hearts of all.
Soon, every burly man present—whether with broken legs or shattered arms—was left kneeling in tears, endlessly banging their heads to beg for mercy.
Zeng Xiaofan stood among them like a murderous deity, inspiring terror wherever he looked.
All who met his gaze lost control in their fear...
“You all saw Aunt Yao’s body just now,” he said coldly.
“Everyone who laid eyes on her—pluck out your own eyeballs.”
“If you wait for me to do it, it won’t be so simple.”
At these words, silence fell again.
The shock and despair left all present with a single thought: regret.
Why, of all people, did they have to provoke this demon?
But regret came too late. After a moment of hesitation, the men, cowed by Zeng Xiaofan’s terrifying presence, slowly reached towards their own eyes...
Just then, a gentle, mature voice rang out.
“Xiaofan... let it go...”
“They didn’t really hurt me, and they’ve paid the price... let it go.”
Bai Qingyao had been awakened by the screams, clutching her stomach as she sat up from the sofa. The skirt that had been lifted high now fell back in place, hiding her from view, though the glimpse of her delicate vulnerability offered a new kind of allure.
Zeng Xiaofan rushed over. “Aunt Yao! You’re awake!”
“How are you feeling?”
He reached out to support Bai Qingyao, and upon touching her, both trembled slightly.
“I... I’m alright...”
“Please let them go—I don’t want to see them again.”
Bai Qingyao bit her lip, frowning in pain, clearly not as unharmed as she claimed.
Zeng Xiaofan turned and shot Zhao Qinglong and his men a fierce glare.
“Since Aunt Yao has spoken, I’ll let you go this time.”
“If there’s a next time—”
“No, no, there won’t be a next time!”
“Brother Fan, we promise—never again!”
“Brother Fan, spare us!”
Before Zeng Xiaofan could finish, the men were already banging their heads to beg for mercy.
He finally snorted coldly. “Get out!”
The words had barely left his mouth when they scrambled to leave, limping and crawling, supporting one another as they fled.
Zhao Qinglong was carried out, barely conscious, his future destroyed; though his body lived, his spirit was broken.
Once they had gone, Zeng Xiaofan took Bai Qingyao’s hand, his face full of concern.
“Aunt, where did they hit you?”
“Are your injuries serious?”
“Let me take a look...”
“I... I’m fine...”
Bai Qingyao shook her head gently, but as soon as she spoke, a soft gasp escaped her lips, betraying her body’s pain.
Zeng Xiaofan frowned. “You say you’re alright, but you’re in so much pain!”
Without waiting for her to protest, he suddenly lifted Bai Qingyao’s skirt.
“Your stomach hurts? Let me check!”
As he spoke, he pulled up her skirt.
“Ah!” Bai Qingyao cried out in embarrassment.
Zeng Xiaofan grunted, his whole body trembling, stunned.
He had assumed Aunt Yao would be wearing some protective shorts underneath and thought nothing of examining her stomach.
He never expected that, upon lifting her skirt, she would be...
“You!”
“You scoundrel!”
Bai Qingyao quickly pressed her skirt back down, mortified, angry, and suffering.
“Cough... Sorry...”
“Aunt... I assumed you’d be wearing something underneath—I didn’t expect...”
“Stop talking!” Bai Qingyao’s face flushed with shame.
Zeng Xiaofan’s expression suddenly darkened.
“But Aunt... I remember you always wear protective shorts. Why not this time?”
“Did they take them off?”
“Did they... did they violate you?”
“If they did, I’ll kill them!”
Bai Qingyao grew even more embarrassed. “Stop it!”
“No, they didn’t... I’m still clean.”
“I’d just gotten out of the shower and hadn’t changed yet when they barged in!”
“So... Ah~” she gasped in pain, flustered.
Zeng Xiaofan nodded. “That’s good.”
“Let me treat you. Seeing you in pain hurts me deeply.”