The following day, before dawn had fully broken, a gray haze blanketed Heaven Dou City.
In the depths of that secluded tavern, in a filthy room.
Yu Xiaogang was jolted awake by a biting chill and a sharp pain from his lower body, as though he had been torn apart.
With great difficulty, like rusted machinery, he slowly pried open his heavy eyelids.
The first thing he saw was the low ceiling, covered in cobwebs and mold stains.
Then came the aching pain throughout his body, especially in one unspeakable place.
That searing, piercing pain instantly woke him completely. Fragments of last night's unbearable, nightmarish memories flooded madly into his mind like a rising tide.
Scarface's savage grin, the lecherous stares of several burly men, their brutal movements, and that endless humiliation and agony...
"No... this isn't real... Impossible... This has to be a nightmare..."
He suddenly tried to sit up, but the movement tugged at all his injuries—especially the intense pain in his rear—and he sucked in a sharp breath before collapsing back down weakly.
Trembling, he raised a hand and looked at the few remaining strips of torn cloth on his body, as well as the clearly visible bruises and filthy traces on his skin...
An indescribable wave of nausea, fear, and utter humiliation spread through every limb and bone like venom.
He dry-heaved several times, but his stomach was already empty, and all he could vomit up was a little sour fluid.
Tears poured out uncontrollably, mixing with the grime on his face and leaving dirty tear tracks behind.
He, Yu Xiaogang—the continent's most fraudulent theoretical "Grandmaster"—had actually... actually been violated by a pack of street thugs...!
The tremendous blow left his mind completely blank. It felt as though his soul had been ripped from his body,