Chapter 118: So Poisonous—I've Never Seen a Novel This Toxic!
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Wang Feng was furious. "Damn it! I refuse to believe this! Is it really just about washing feet and fetching water every day?"
On the fourth day, the Dragon King was at it again—pouring water for his wife's feet.
"Go! My driver is here. Wash his feet!"
"I'm the mighty Dragon King, and you actually want me to wash your driver's feet?"
Slap!
"Do you understand now?"
"...Understood. I'll fetch the water right away!"
"Wait! Stick your face out first!"
"Wife, do you want to kiss me? We've been married for years, no need to be shy—"
"Dream on! I need to wipe my feet on your face!"
Wang Feng: "Pfft!"
His anger was reaching its peak. "Damn it, Dragon King! Can you have even a little bit of dignity?"
"You are the mighty Dragon King, the sole heir of a hidden powerhouse, a man who once controlled the world! Yet here you are, staying at home all day, constantly fetching foot-washing water?"
"Not just for your wife, but for her parents, her friends, her secretary, her driver—hell, even the delivery guy got foot-washing service! What kind of man are you?"
"Enough already! I beg you, stop humiliating yourself and act like a real person!"
Yet, unwilling to give up, Wang Feng continued reading.
On the fifth day, the Dragon King was still at it.
"Go! My little Ba is here. Wash his feet!"
"Who's Little Ba?"
"My new pet dog! Look how cute he is, wagging his tail when he sees me!"
"I'm the Dragon King! And you want me to wash a dog's feet?"
Slap!
"Going or not?"
"I'm warning you, I have my limits! If you hit me again, I'll—"
Slap!
"Turn your face, then! Let's see what happens!"
"...Forget it. I'll wash Little Ba's feet now."
"Good! He seems to have stepped in dog poop. Clean it up properly!"
Wang Feng: "Pfft!"
He kept reading through tens of thousands of words, growing more and more unwilling to give up.
But no matter how much he read, the story remained the same—the Dragon King fetching water for foot-washing.
Not just for his wife, but her entire family, her colleagues, her mistresses, her pets—hell, even the delivery guy wasn't spared! And in the end, he died from the sheer humiliation!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Wang Feng's face turned pale as he let out a deep sigh.
"This novel is so toxic! It poisoned me!"
"I, Wang Feng, have been in the online literature scene for over a decade. I've read countless brain-dead novels, consumed some of the most ridiculous stories, and built up strong resistance to bad writing. But never have I encountered something this insane!"
"A protagonist with such an impressive background, yet all he does is wash feet from start to finish!"
"Even a dog has more dignity than him!"
"This is the most pathetic protagonist I've ever seen—bar none!"
"I'm so filled with frustration! I can't hold it in!"
"A novel this toxic shouldn't exist! The author must be taking revenge on society! Someone find out where this guy lives—I need to send him a special gift from my hometown!"
"No! Such a poisonous novel, I can't just let me see it, I want everyone in the world to see it!" Wang Feng said viciously: "I want them to experience my pain, I want them to know How difficult it is for me!"
So, with the feeling of revenge on the society, he opened the live broadcast room.
As the entire internet erupted with criticism, something strange happened—
The novel went viral.
It spread like wildfire!
And soon, word of the novel reached the Zhao family.
"Dragon King, we have a problem!"
A man in black rushed into the Dragon King's residence in a panic.
At that moment, the real Dragon King, Zhao Tian, was still recovering at home.
He was already depressed—after all, he had lost over 20 billion, while his enemy had earned over 20 billion. The thought made his entire body shiver, and he had been sulking under his blanket, refusing to see anyone.
Now, this man in black had barged in.
"Dragon King, something terrible has happened!"
Zhao Tian stared blankly at the ceiling and muttered weakly, "What is it? Why are you panicking?"
"There's a novel spreading online called The Dragon King: The City's Son-in-Law! And... it's about you!"
A flicker of light appeared in Zhao Tian's eyes. "They wrote about my great accomplishments?"
"No, Dragon King. They wrote about how you fetch water to wash people's feet."
Zhao Tian: "Pfft!"
His dark history had been exposed!
Enraged, he shot up from his bed. "Who did this?! Where is the novel? Let me see it!"
"Dragon King, please take a look!"
Zhao Tian snatched the phone and started reading.
But the more he read, the angrier he became!
It just kept getting worse!
Until finally—
He coughed up blood on the spot!
In a fury, he hurled the phone to the ground. "WHO DID THIS?! WHO THE HELL DID THIS?!"
The first name that popped into his mind was Lin Beifan.
But after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea.
At this stage, their rivalry wasn't yet open, so Lin Beifan wouldn't have a reason to attack him like this.
And besides, this method was annoying at best—it couldn't actually hurt him.
Lin Beifan was too cunning to waste effort on something so meaningless.
"Then who was it?! Who the hell did this?!"
His furious roar echoed through the bedroom.