Chapter Forty-Two: How Eunuchs Are Made

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Faced with the greasy-faced, lecherous fat man in front of them and his cold, ruthless bodyguards, Zhao Wanyi and Sun Junyao, who had just stepped out of the private room, instinctively shrank back behind Liu Fan. For reasons they couldn't explain, simply being near him warmed and soothed their hearts. In truth, this was the spiritual energy leaking from Liu Fan’s body at work.

“With me here, no one can harm you,” Liu Fan said gently, yet with an undeniable authority. In that moment, he was like a sovereign dismissing the world, his words inspiring absolute trust. The three women’s eyes sparkled, their gazes filled with rippling affection.

“Future brother-in-law, that little foreigner is terrible! He keeps staring at me with those eyes. It’s so disgusting—can you beat him up for me?” Sun Junyao piped up playfully.

“Mm, I’ll make sure he ends up with a pig’s head. You just stand aside and watch, all right?” Liu Fan replied, fondly patting her head.

“Future brother-in-law, my mom says girls’ heads aren’t to be patted by boys—unless they’re your husband. Are you planning to marry me?” Sun Junyao asked, scrunching her cute nose in mock annoyance, though she clearly enjoyed the gesture.

Faced with this mischievous, outspoken girl, Liu Fan was truly at a loss for words. She left him speechless with just one line, yet her face remained innocent and bright. How was he supposed to answer that?

Fortunately, someone else saved him from the awkwardness. During their conversation, four black-clad bodyguards had already surrounded Liu Fan. The corridor was narrow, so they could only form a partial circle.

Seeing them approach, Liu Fan quickly had the three women step back to avoid collateral injury. Then, with casual disdain, he struck a pose and waited for the bodyguards’ attack, sneering with contempt.

The four men, seeing Liu Fan’s utter disregard for them, grew enraged and attacked in unison. Their moves were swift and vicious, each targeting Liu Fan’s vital points.

But Liu Fan remained perfectly calm, not taking them seriously at all. As soon as they entered his line of sight, he could see that each possessed the strength of a lower-tier Earth Rank martial artist—impressive in the martial world, but compared to him, they were nothing but trash.

Just as everyone thought Liu Fan would be bloodied on the spot and were preparing to mourn him, his figure flashed like lightning, weaving through the four men before returning to his original position. The four bodyguards, as if freed from gravity, flew backwards and crashed into the corridor walls. Four thunderous bangs echoed through the hall as they slumped to the ground, howling in agony before all lost consciousness. The only proof of their bodies’ impact was the dented walls left behind.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Witnessing Liu Fan’s terrifying strength firsthand, their hearts raced. Just how much power did it take to cause such destruction? In this era where martial prowess was said to be useless against knives and guns, witnessing Liu Fan’s overwhelming force made such sayings sound utterly ridiculous.

“Yay! Future brother-in-law, you’re amazing!” Sun Junyao cheered, leaping into Liu Fan’s arms like an overgrown child, oblivious to how her ample curves pressed against his chest, sending waves through his heart and bringing a rare flush to his usually cold face.

He looked to Zhao Wanyi for help, who immediately understood but said sourly, “Alright, Junyao, now’s not the time to celebrate. Get off Xiao Fan already.” She shot Liu Fan a resentful glance, leaving him to laugh awkwardly.

“Hey! Future brother-in-law, are you taking advantage of me?” Only then did the excited Sun Junyao realize she was still hanging on him. Her face flushed with embarrassment, yet, true to her mischievous nature, she not only refused to admit fault but even blamed Liu Fan, leaving him with nothing but a wry smile. How had this become his fault? Still, he couldn’t possibly argue with a little girl—doing so would be petty.

So Liu Fan turned his pent-up frustration towards Ichiro Yamamoto across from him. It was simply bad luck for Yamamoto to have encountered such an unreasonable immortal—it could only be considered his misfortune.

“You—you—don’t come any closer! I’m telling you, I’m the eldest son of Japan’s Yamaguchi-gumi. If you dare lay a finger on me, you’ll face endless pursuit!” At first, Yamamoto was frightened by Liu Fan’s display of strength, but remembering the power of the Yamaguchi-gumi behind him, and emboldened by his desire for the three beautiful women, malice overcame reason. He uttered words he would regret for a lifetime: “What’s wrong, are you scared? If you leave those three lovely ladies behind for my enjoyment, I might consider letting you go.”

Yamamoto was grinning lecherously, unaware that he was courting death. As the saying goes, a tree without bark will surely die; a man without shame is invincible.

Just as he was growing smug, a lithe, dark purple figure flashed past him. A bone-chilling scream ripped through the air as Yamamoto leapt up, then collapsed, clutching his groin and wailing in agony—a sound that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

When the crowd looked closer, they realized the figure was Chen Yazhi. She hadn’t spoken since leaving the private room, perhaps made more docile by Liu Fan’s words before they left. But hearing Yamamoto’s vulgarities, especially as they were aimed at the three girls, she exploded. With a swift and ruthless kick, she struck Yamamoto’s most vulnerable spot.

Yamamoto’s fate was sealed. The blow wasn’t fatal, but his eggs were smashed, and his manhood had swelled to the size of a pig’s trotter—he’d likely never use it again. Thus, the first eunuch of the century was created.

No one is the fiercest, only fiercer still. Chen Yazhi’s strike made every man present instinctively cross his legs, Liu Fan included, who now stared at her in astonishment.

Sensing Liu Fan’s shocked gaze, Chen Yazhi shyly walked back to his side. Like a bashful little girl who’d done something wrong, she murmured, “Actually… I’m not usually like this. It’s just that foreigner was too infuriating, so…” She fiddled with the hem of her clothes, her voice soft and hesitant.

Her words left the group utterly dumbfounded, their jaws dropping as if their chins had been unhinged. Zhang Yi, who knew his cousin’s personality best, nearly fainted on the spot.

“Uh, I understand, I understand. This isn’t the real you, hah…” Liu Fan wiped his brow and forced a laugh, only to be met with a resentful side-eye from Chen Yazhi before she retreated behind him.

“Well then, Hall Master Zhao, are you ready to kneel and apologize?” Liu Fan resumed his earlier coldness, speaking playfully to Zhao Qijin. By now, Zhao was so shaken by Liu Fan’s display of force that his courage had nearly deserted him. Just as he was about to kneel and apologize, a commotion erupted outside.

“Who called the police? What’s going on here?” Several officers pushed through the crowd, led by a middle-aged man with a fleshy face and bulging beer belly. His gait was unsteady, his face flushed, and his breath reeked of alcohol—clearly, he’d just left a banquet.

“Director Qian, I called the police!” Zhu Guangming, who had been hiding in the private room, rushed forward upon seeing the officers. The director’s name was Qian Huafu, deputy chief of the Yangpu District Substation. He’d been dining nearby when the dispatcher reported an incident at the Fenghai Grand Hotel. Sensing an opportunity for a windfall, he’d arrived at his leisure.

“Oh, Manager Zhu, what’s going on here? Please explain,” Director Qian said in his official tone.

“Well, here’s what happened. The people lying on the ground came to dine, but when there were no available private rooms, they tried to forcibly take these university students’ room. Then, seeing the female students, their lust got the better of them and they tried to keep them as company. After that…” Zhu Guangming calmly recounted the entire incident to Director Qian, without bias but clearly leaning somewhat in Liu Fan’s favor.