Beat Down Ma Hongjun

At the same time, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun also emerged from the Rose Hotel.

Dai Mubai strode forward with his head held high, while Ma Hongjun followed at his side, hunched over with a fawning expression, like a loyal attendant ready to serve.

"Dai Laoda, you promised last time you'd take me along for some fun." Ma Hongjun looked at Dai Mubai with hopeful eyes.

Dai Mubai waved his hand grandly. "Look at you, all pent up. Let's go, let's go—today's expenses are on me."

Ma Hongjun was overjoyed and immediately prepared to shower him with flattery.

But when his peripheral vision caught sight of Lin Ye's group, he froze on the spot.

Of course, he wasn't looking at Lin Ye—he was staring at the three girls.

Xiao Wu's long legs were especially eye-catching, and the youthful innocence on her face made Ma Hongjun, that old pervert, stare with a green glint in his eyes.

Then he looked at Bing Di—twin tails, a petite and delicate figure, with an added allure from her outfit.

Xue Di was a cut above the rest: a peerlessly beautiful face, a graceful and enchanting body, a cold and noble aura. One word described her—perfect, flawless to the point where no blemish could be found.

"Gulp!"

Ma Hongjun drooled openly, his small eyes lecherously sweeping over the three girls, a lewd expression spreading across his chubby face.

He elbowed Dai Mubai beside him. "Dai Laoda, look, those chicks are really something, especially that one in the white dress—she's exactly my type."

Dai Mubai also spotted Lin Ye's group, and he too was stunned by the girls' beauty.

But unlike Ma Hongjun, he prided himself on having some judgment of people. This group across from them was no simple bunch.

Especially the woman in white. Even without trying, she exuded a powerful aura—one that commanded the entire scene, a presence of absolute control and dominance.

With just one glance, Dai Mubai was certain: this woman was not to be trifled with. She was absolutely not someone to provoke.

So he quickly warned Ma Hongjun.

"Fatty, rein it in. Don't go too far."

But Ma Hongjun was already completely driven by lust, oblivious to his words, still leering at the three girls.

"Heh heh, what's there to be afraid of? Look at that one with the twin tails—wearing clothes like that is just meant to please men, obviously she's selling herself. If that pretty boy can get with her, why can't I? Maybe I'm even better in bed than he is. Once she tries me, she won't be able to leave!"

Hearing his filthy talk, Dai Mubai was alarmed and hissed, "Shut up, you idiot."

Across from them, Lin Ye's expression turned cold. Ma Hongjun hadn't spoken quietly—there was even a hint of deliberate provocation.

Lin Ye intended to teach this fat bastard a lesson.

But someone else was faster.

Bing Di flashed in front of Ma Hongjun and, without a word, slapped him across the face.

"Slap!"

With a sharp crack, Ma Hongjun was sent flying by the force of the slap.

That wasn't the end. Bing Di flashed again, catching up to Ma Hongjun, and began raining punches and kicks on him.

"You fat piece of trash, spewing filth from your mouth—want me to tear that foul mouth of yours apart?"

A moment ago, Bing Di had seemed like a gentle, demure girl, but now her face was twisted with murderous rage.

Ma Hongjun didn't have time to fight back. He could only feel that half his face had gone numb from the slap, as if it no longer belonged to him.

Enraged, Ma Hongjun roared, "Ah! You bitch, you're asking for death! Fire Phoenix Martial Soul Avatar!"

As he spoke, two yellow soul rings rose beneath him, and a purplish-red flame burst from his body, radiating intense heat.

Long feathers grew on his thick, exposed arms, and his hands transformed into claws.

Seeing his transformation, Bing Di sneered, "Pfft, a phoenix? More like a fat, ugly turkey. You really know how to flatter yourself."

Even as she mocked him, her hands didn't stop, continuing to pummel Ma Hongjun.

"Who are you calling a turkey?" Ma Hongjun seemed to have been struck in a sore spot, flying into a rage. His First Soul Ring suddenly flared.

Then, opening his mouth, he spat out a blazing purplish-red line of fire.

But to his shock, his flames landed on Bing Di without any effect at all—they couldn't even ignite her clothes.

Bing Di simply slapped him again, then punched him, again and again, kicked him, over and over...

At this point, Ma Hongjun finally realized he had run into a tough opponent, someone he couldn't afford to provoke. He hurriedly called out to Dai Mubai for help.

"Dai Laoda, save me..."

But watching him get beaten without any ability to fight back, how could Dai Mubai dare to intervene? He could only stand by and watch his brother get pummeled, planning to take him away once the beating was over.

And so, the scene unfolded like this: a petite girl was grinding a fat man into the ground, beating him mercilessly.

Soon, Ma Hongjun was covered in bruises.

Recognizing the situation, Ma Hongjun began to beg for mercy. "Granny, please stop! It's all my fault, I have a foul mouth. Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

But Bing Di wasn't about to let this fat bastard off so easily. That single word "bitch" had pushed her rage to the limit.

She raised her foot, aimed the heel of her shoe at Ma Hongjun's crotch, and stomped down hard.

Pfft!

There seemed to be the sound of eggs cracking.

"Oww!"

Ma Hongjun, who had already given up resisting, suddenly bulged his eyes wide like copper bells, as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment. Both hands clutched his lower body, his torso bent like a boiled shrimp.

Hiss!

Dai Mubai couldn't help but suck in a cold breath. That was way too ruthless.

At this point, he could no longer stand by idly; otherwise, what kind of brother would he be? But he was clever too, seeing that Bing Di was not to be trifled with, so he turned his gaze to Lin Ye.

"This brother, my friend's words earlier were indeed offensive, but this punishment is too severe. Could you give me, Dai Mubai, some face and show mercy?"

Lin Ye chuckled lightly. "Before stirring up trouble, one should think through the consequences. Who is Dai Mubai? Never heard of him. What face do you have? Besides, the one who hit him was her. Telling me is useless."

Seeing that the other party wouldn't give him any face at all, Dai Mubai's expression darkened. However, angry as he was, he truly didn't dare to start a fight.

After crippling Ma Hongjun's manhood, Bing Di finally let out the foul breath she had been holding. Seeing Bing Di leave, Dai Mubai quickly stepped forward to check on Ma Hongjun's condition. Not checking was one thing; checking was a shock. Ma Hongjun's manhood was ruined, his crotch a bloody mess.

Lin Ye also noticed this. Was Bing Di going too far? Yes. But this was a world of the strong preying on the weak. Without enough strength, going around picking fights wasn't courage—it was stupidity, and it came with a price. To be honest, Ma Hongjun should count himself lucky. If not for Lin Ye keeping Bing Di in check over the years, back when she first came to human society, someone like Ma Hongjun would have ended up far worse.

Over here, Lin Ye and his group walked into the hotel. A scent of roses wafted over, carrying a hint of ambiguous allure, relaxing both body and mind. Lin Ye approached the counter. "Please give us four rooms."

The Counter Clerk looked at Lin Ye, then at the three women of different styles beside him, a glint of envy in his eyes. "Sorry, guest, we only have one room left."