Zhao Linchuan was so exasperated by Zhao Wuji's shameless, self-righteous bluster that he laughed.
He shook his head and, without wasting another word, gave an order to Jin Da behind him:
"Jin Da, since this Shrek leader is so eager for an 'explanation,' go on and give Shrek Academy a proper 'explanation.'"
"Yes, young master!" Jin Da replied in a low voice.
In the next instant, everyone's vision blurred!
The burly man, over two meters tall and clad in heavy half-armor, appeared beside Zhao Wuji without warning, as if he had teleported!
He was so fast that even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, couldn't react in time!
Jin Da reached out with his enormous palm and gave Zhao Wuji's broad shoulder an apparently casual pat. His voice was so calm that he sounded as if he were making small talk:
"Brother, what kind of 'explanation' do you want? Come on, let's have a nice chat over here."
"You... you... you..." The fury on Zhao Wuji's face froze, replaced by utter shock and disbelief!
As Jin Da's hand patted him lightly, a force he couldn't possibly resist surged through every inch of his body, as terrifying as a mountain crashing down!
The surging Soul Power of a Soul Saint within him froze like a river in winter. He couldn't move a single trace of it!
Even the defense he took pride in, the "Immovable Wisdom King," was completely useless!
What did this mean?
It meant that this unassuming, burly man before him had a level of Soul Power and a life force far beyond his own!
A Titled Douluo?! And an exceptionally powerful one at that!
Like ice water, terror instantly doused all of Zhao Wuji's anger and arrogance. He began to tremble uncontrollably, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a word. All that remained was boundless fear.
Seeing Zhao Wuji so frightened that he looked ready to lose his soul, Jin Da's honest, composed expression slowly faded. His brow furrowed, and his face turned stern.
"What's wrong, brother? Feeling unwell? Or... are you not satisfied with the 'explanation' I gave you?"
He paused, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Brother, you're making this very difficult for me."
Before the words had even faded, Jin Da's left hand clamped around Zhao Wuji's collar like an iron vise and lifted him up as easily as a chick!
At the same time, Jin Da clenched his right hand in the air, and a golden whip formed entirely of Soul Power appeared out of thin air!
The whip seemed alive. It traced a graceful arc through the air, then with a sharp swish, wrapped around Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who were still trembling, along with the unconscious Dai Mubai on the ground!
With a twist of its tip, it bound the four together like candied hawthorn skewers!
"Come on, let's go outside and find somewhere spacious to have a proper 'chat'!"
As Jin Da spoke, he strode toward the hotel exit, carrying Zhao Wuji in his left hand, his face ashen and completely restrained by Soul Power, while dragging Tang San and the others behind him with the golden Soul Power whip in his right.
His movements were smooth and easy, as if he were carrying bundles of straw instead of several grown men.
The outrageous, horrifying spectacle left everyone watching inside the hotel dumbfounded.
After a brief, deathly silence, the crowd erupted into a commotion. Curiosity overcame their fear, and many hurried out of the hotel to see how this mysterious powerhouse would "give them an explanation."
Ning Rongrong eagerly wanted to follow and watch the excitement, but Xiao Wu grabbed her by the wrist.
"Rongrong, don't go." Xiao Wu shook her head, a subtle expression on her face.
"Why not?" Ning Rongrong asked, perplexed, her wide eyes full of curiosity. "Let's go see how that big guy teaches those shameless creeps a lesson!"
Xiao Wu leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words, audible only to the two of them, her tone tinged with helpless amusement.
Ning Rongrong looked puzzled at first, then her little face flushed scarlet. She spat in disgust, quickly pulled her foot back, and waved her hands repeatedly. "I'm not going! This young lady doesn't want to see something that'll make her go blind!"
Though Zhu Zhuqing hadn't heard what Xiao Wu had said, Ning Rongrong's reaction told her enough.
A trace of disgust flickered across her cool face. She clearly had no interest in the "filthy" Shrek bunch.
Zhao Linchuan walked over to a bench with a smile, sat down, and beckoned to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. "Get things ready. We're having a late-night snack."
"As for the 'show' outside... there's no need to watch. It might offend the eyes."
Beneath a leafy old tree not far from the hotel entrance,
Jin Da casually tossed Zhao Wuji, bound tightly with specially made rope like a dumpling, beneath the tree.
The Immovable Wisdom King had none of his former imposing aura now. His face was ashen, his eyes unfocused, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.
Then Jin Da flicked his fingers several times, sending tiny golden streaks of light precisely into Dai Mubai's body.
Dai Mubai's body jerked a few times before he slowly came to. His consciousness had yet to fully clear when he felt pain throughout his body and a terror that struck to the bone.
Jin Da's gaze swept over Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who were bound by the Soul Power whip and looked terrified, then over Dai Mubai, who had just woken, dazed and frightened.
His eyes were cold. Without any apparent movement, he merely flicked a finger—
Several sharp golden streaks of light shot out, their force controlled with exquisite precision!
Hss, hss, hss...
A series of faint tearing sounds rang out.
The clothes worn by Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, as well as Zhao Wuji, who lay unable to move on the ground, were instantly blasted into countless scraps, from their outer robes to their underwear. The fragments fluttered down like butterflies!
"Ah—!" Ma Hongjun and Oscar screamed in terror, instinctively fumbling to cover their private parts, dying of shame and indignation.
Tang San's face was deathly pale. He bit his lip hard, his eyes filled with humiliation and overwhelming hatred.
But he knew better than anyone that resisting now would be futile. He could only endure it, turning slightly in an attempt to cover himself.
Dai Mubai had only just woken up when he suffered such a terrible humiliation. Especially when he felt countless gazes around him—
And when he saw the looks fixed on his lower body, first startled, then understanding, and finally filled with undisguised disdain and mockery, everything went black before his eyes. He wished he could die on the spot!
That empty, limp "lucky pouch" laid his dignity and secret bare before the whole crowd!
Zhao Wuji was shaking with shame and fury. As a Soul Saint, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
But he was bound by rope and crushed beneath Jin Da's aura. He couldn't even circulate his Soul Power, so he could only close his eyes and pretend to be dead.
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