Chapter 6: Traumatizing Ye Feng

The hooded man did not answer Ye Feng's desperate question, instead revealing himself to us as Qiang Zi, Ling Tian's head bodyguard. Underneath his hood, Qiang Zi felt a surge of satisfaction. He had long wanted to deliver a few well-placed slaps to the arrogant brat, and today, he had finally gotten his wish.

But even as he reveled in the moment, a sense of dissatisfaction lingered in his mind. He wanted more. The thrill of humiliating Ye Feng was intoxicating, and as he slowly approached, that thrill intensified.

Ye Feng, reeling from the slaps, gritted his teeth and pulled a dagger from his waist, charging at Qiang Zi with reckless abandon. The desperation in his eyes was evident. He knew he was outmatched, but the humiliation of the moment fueled his anger.

Qiang Zi's expression twisted in disgust. With a swift motion, he swept his leg, delivering a brutal kick to Ye Feng's abdomen. The impact knocked the wind out of Ye Feng, sending him sprawling to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth.

"Burh." The sound echoed in the alley as Ye Feng gasped for air, clutching his stomach, pain radiating through him.

"Bastard, dare you tell me who sent you?" Ye Feng's voice, strained and angry, was a pitiful attempt at defiance, but his body betrayed him.

Qiang Zi chuckled mockingly, "What makes you think you're worthy of threatening me? You haven't learned a thing from your little lesson." With that, he placed his foot squarely on Ye Feng's face, the pressure causing the young man's humiliation to reach new heights.

Rub.

Rub.

The sound of Qiang Zi's shoe scraping against Ye Feng's skin was sickening. Each movement was calculated, ensuring that the sole of his shoe was pristine while Ye Feng struggled helplessly beneath him.

"Uh-huh-" Ye Feng's protests were muffled, his dignity trampled along with his body. Pain mixed with deep, searing humiliation as he writhed beneath Qiang Zi's foot, knowing he was at the mercy of someone far stronger.

"Is this really what you want? To be reduced to this?" Qiang Zi sneered, delighting in the spectacle before him. "You're just a pathetic brat who thinks he can play with the big boys."

"You're going to die! I will kill you!" Ye Feng's voice, though fierce, was filled with desperation. The anger bubbling inside him was eclipsed only by the humiliation of his current predicament.

Qiang Zi merely laughed, his eyes sparkling with cruel enjoyment. Just then, a figure approached—Ah Fatongyang, another of Ling Tian's bodyguards, wearing an amused grin.

"You didn't fall into the cesspit, did you?" Fatongyang teased, taking in the scene with a twinkle in his eye. The pungent stench wafting from Ye Feng was enough to make anyone gag, but Fatongyang reveled in the chaos.

"Hahaha! I stepped on something foul on my way here. I wonder if it was our little friend?" He gestured toward Ye Feng, who could only glare in impotent rage.

"Go ahead, give him a taste of his own medicine," Qiang Zi encouraged, his voice dripping with malice. "Just make sure you don't bring that smell back to me."

As Fatongyang sauntered closer, Ye Feng's heart raced with a mix of dread and fury. "Damn it! If you do this, I will kill you!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his anger.

Fatongyang's grin widened as he lifted his foot, revealing the grimy sole that had encountered something foul. "Come on! Maybe you'll love it! This smell is very potent!" His laughter rang out, drowning out Ye Feng's threats.

"NO—" Ye Feng managed to scream, but it was too late. As Fatongyang's foot descended, the stench enveloped him, invading his senses.

"Vomit~" The noxious odor forced its way into his mouth, and the taste of despair filled his throat.

With that, Ye Feng's world went black as he fainted, overwhelmed by the humiliation and the noxious scent that clung to him like a shroud.

"Ah, Boss, this brat mustn't have gone crazy, right?" Fatongyang said, scratching his head in confusion. "He fainted! What should we do now?"

"Throw him out on the street. I can't stand the smell any longer," Qiang Zi replied, revulsion etching his features.

"Got it, boss! I'll toss him into a crowded street for fun!" Fatongyang's wicked smile returned, relishing the thought of Ye Feng's public humiliation.

As Qiang Zi prepared to report back to Ling Tian, a message flashed in his mind.

[Ding! Intercepted Ye Feng in obtaining the Marrow Cleansing Pill. The protagonist's Qi lowered by 100 points. Host's villain points rose by 10,000.]

The notification sparked a gleam of satisfaction in Qiang Zi's eyes. 'Today's work was fruitful, and Ye Feng's suffering is just a bonus.'

On a busy street nearby, passersby began to notice a figure sprawled on the ground, drawing curious and disgusted stares.

"Why is he lying there? What happened?" someone asked, taking a step closer.

"Let's call the police. This isn't right!" another chimed in, wrinkling their nose at the scent wafting from the unfortunate soul.

Suddenly, a police siren pierced the air, and soon a striking figure appeared—a beautiful police chief, Huang Xiya, leading a team of officers toward the commotion.

"What the hell is going on here?" a male officer barked, shoving through the crowd.

As they cleared a path, Huang Xiya stepped forward, her brow furrowing at the overwhelming stench. "Wake him up," she commanded, motioning to her team.

One of the officers hesitated, taking a reluctant step toward Ye Feng. He shook him vigorously, grimacing at the odor.

"Hm?" Ye Feng stirred, jolted awake by the violent movement. Confusion quickly morphed into sharp pain, and as he blinked his eyes open, he was met with the sight of a crowd staring down at him.

The memories flooded back, the humiliation of his previous moments crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Seeing the disgusted faces around him, Ye Feng's first instinct was to flee, to escape the mocking eyes and the stench that clung to him.

Huang Xiya stepped closer, her expression firm. "We need you to come with us to the police station, young man. You're a suspect in a public disturbance, and we have to sort this out."

Ye Feng's heart raced as he glanced around at the crowd, their eyes still filled with disdain. "I didn't do anything wrong!" he protested, desperation creeping into his voice. "I was attacked! You have to believe me!"

Huang Xiya crossed her arms, unimpressed. "You may feel like a victim, but your current situation doesn't look good. People saw you here, and the smell…" She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head slightly. "It's not helping your case."

"But I was framed!" Ye Feng insisted, his mind racing for a way out. He could already feel the weight of humiliation pressing down on him. "I was just trying to defend myself!"

"Defending yourself? Or starting trouble?" Huang Xiya replied, her gaze piercing through his excuses. "You need to come with us. We'll sort this out at the station."

Feeling cornered, Ye Feng's frustration boiled over. "This is ridiculous! You can't just take me in like this without proof!"

One of the officers beside Huang Xiya stepped forward, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "Listen, kid, I get it. But you're covered in—" he hesitated, searching for the right words, "—evidence of a rough encounter. It's better to cooperate for now."

Ye Feng looked from the officer to Huang Xiya, who stood her ground. He knew he was outnumbered, and any resistance would only make things worse. Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. Just... just let me clean up first."

"Not a chance," Huang Xiya said with a smirk. "You'll have to get cleaned up at the station. Let's go."

With that, the officers led him away, handcuffs back in place. The crowd parted to make way for them, and Ye Feng felt every pair of eyes on him. As they walked, he caught snippets of conversation from the onlookers.

"Can you believe it? He was just lying there!"

"Did he really...?"

"Looks like he's in big trouble."

The embarrassment burned in Ye Feng's cheeks as he trudged alongside the officers. Each step felt like a reminder of his current predicament. He needed to think of a way out—something to turn this around.

Once they reached the police car, Huang Xiya motioned for him to get in. As he sat down, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and humiliation.

"What's going to happen to me?" he asked, trying to sound defiant but feeling small.

Huang Xiya met his gaze with an unreadable expression. "We'll take your statement and investigate. If you're telling the truth, we'll find out. But until then, you'll have to stay here."

Ye Feng clenched his fists, knowing he had to play the long game. "I won't stay here for long," he muttered under his breath, determination simmering beneath the surface.

As the car doors closed, he silently vowed to find a way to clear his name and turn the tables on those who had done this to him.