Feast, Protagonist Yu Xiaogang

"After it's 'over,' dump him right at the most conspicuous main entrance of the Spirit Arena."

"Then meet up at the usual place." Francis spoke rapidly, wanting only to leave this place that made his skin crawl as soon as possible. "Hand the Recording Stone over to me, and I'll settle the rest of the payment immediately."

"Once you get the money, leave Litangding Town at once and never come back!"

The people in the room crowded around the Portrait. Once they saw who was depicted on it, they all let out strange exclamations.

"Oh, my heavens! Mr. Francis, you truly are too generous!"

"It's actually this 'Grandmaster'! For a 'beauty' like this, I'd gladly pay you out of my own pocket!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Francis, you're practically our benefactor!"

Several nauseating voices chimed in agreement.

"Heh heh..." Francis could only laugh dryly as his stomach churned.

Would this bunch of mentally twisted perverts work without being paid?

Suppressing his nausea, he confirmed once more, "Gentlemen, you do know his identity, don't you?"

"Of course, Mr. Francis!" A burly man with an unusually lecherous gaze licked his lips. "He's the descendant of some highly influential Elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect..."

"His identity, his Martial Soul..."

"Tsk tsk, who knows how many people have been obsessed with him..."

"And you aren't afraid?" Francis asked with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Afraid?" Another man with a shrill voice sneered, a sickly intoxication appearing on his face. "To taste such a Top-Grade treasure, even if Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen kills me with a single palm strike afterward, it'd still be worth it!"

Francis felt his scalp go numb. He did not want to stay another second.

"Very good. Then... you won't betray me, will you?" This was his final concern.

"Of course not, sir!" A tall, thin man leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light. "We've all received 'professional' training."

"Punishment?"

"To us, that's merely another kind of... reward."

Just then, a blond, burly man with a fleshy face and cloudy eyes silently circled behind Francis.

In a hair-raising, deliberately innocent tone, he said, "Oh, my heavens, it seems I dropped a Gold Soul Coin. Mr. Francis, could you help me look for it?"

His breath nearly sprayed onto Francis's neck.

Every hair on Francis's body stood on end!

"Then I hope you gentlemen... have 'fun'!" He practically fled for his life, his voice cracking. "Goodbye, gentlemen!" He yanked open the heavy door and rushed out without looking back, as though some monstrous flood beast were chasing him.

"Mr. Francis, don't forget our agreement!" That shrill voice slipped through the crack in the door like a Ghost Charm.

"Of course! I won't forget!" Francis's voice vanished at the end of the corridor, leaving behind a room full of nauseating, barely restrained, excited snickering.

Inside the lavishly decorated restroom of the Spirit Arena's VIP section.

Yu Xiaogang stood before a crystal mirror polished bright enough to reflect clearly, washing his hands. The rushing water could not wash away the gloom and resentment on his face.

Again and again, he cursed the Black-Clothed Protector who had humiliated him, imagining himself mobilizing the sect's strength to have him Torn to Pieces.

Just then, the restroom door was pushed open.

A blond, exceptionally tall and powerfully built man entered, his fleshy face flushed an unnatural red.

His gaze swept the room before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang. His eyes instantly became sticky with greed.

"What are you doing?" Yu Xiaogang felt deeply uncomfortable under that naked stare. He frowned and rebuked him, carrying his usual arrogance toward "servants."

The burly man bared his teeth in a seemingly simple, honest smile that sent chills through the heart. In that signature, deliberately innocent tone, he said, "I dropped a Gold Soul Coin. Can you help me look for it?"

As he spoke, he casually blocked Yu Xiaogang's path to the door.

"Get lost!" The intense stench of sweat and some indescribable odor emanating from him made Yu Xiaogang nauseous. He barked out harshly and tried to push him aside.

However, just as a muffled "Mm!" escaped him, a thick wad of cloth soaked in anesthetic and reeking of something strange was viciously stuffed into his mouth!

At the same time, a huge burlap sack smelling of mildew dropped over his head and instantly swallowed him whole!

Yu Xiaogang struggled in terror, but several iron-pincer-like hands had already pinned him down. The difference in strength was like that between a baby and a grown man.

He only felt a sharp pain in his neck before his consciousness rapidly sank into darkness.

Two hours later, inside a secluded manor on the outskirts of Litangding Town.

A massive round dining table slowly revolved, piled with sumptuous food and wine that no one truly touched.

Every time it stopped turning, it sparked bursts of crude, excited laughter laced with vulgar words.

The air was thick with alcohol, sweat, and a nauseating aura of sick excitement.

Thirty-six hooded figures swayed beneath the dim, flickering lights like a host of dancing demons.

Meanwhile, in every corner of this chaotic party, dozens of faintly glowing Recording Stones faithfully worked away, silently documenting every unspeakable scene unfolding there.

Dusk deepened, draping Litangding Town in a thin veil of yellow gloom.

After finishing the day's Spirit Arena matches, Bibi Dong and her group were returning to the inn along the somewhat deserted streets.

Absentmindedly kicking away an annoying little stone at her feet, Bibi Dong pursed her red lips and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Damn Zhao Linchuan! Where the hell did he go?"

"He said he'd come watch my Spirit Arena match, but after registering, he vanished without a trace!"

"Hmph! Liar!" The girl's thoughts were entirely occupied by that mysterious and powerful young man, to the point that even the joy of winning her match had faded considerably.

At the inn, exquisite dishes were laid before her, but Bibi Dong had no appetite. She only took a couple of perfunctory bites before claiming fatigue and hurrying back to her room.

She needed to freshen up properly, and then... wait.

If he dares not show up tonight... Bibi Dong ground her Small white teeth at the mirror and thought viciously, the next time we meet, I'll bite him to death!

In the hotel room, the sound of trickling water came from the bathroom.

Bibi Dong hummed a tuneless little tune as she carefully washed every inch of her skin.

Warm water slid across her delicate skin, while the rising Water Vapor blurred the mirror.

She wiped away the mist and looked at the breathtaking face in the mirror. Unable to resist, she lifted her chin narcissistically. "Hmph hmph, with a face as heavenly as mine."

"Even if the Angel God descended in person, he might not be able to outshine me!"

Wrapping herself in a large, soft bathrobe, she stepped out of the bathroom with fresh Water Vapor and a faint fragrance lingering around her.

"Ah—!" A short cry tore through the room's silence.

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