Chapter 114: A Savage Beating

Fatty still had great confidence in his men. Having wielded power and indulged in privilege for many years, Fatty had already left a deep impression on these people’s hearts—one not easily erased in a short time. It was like when someone in school was known as a formidable figure; sometimes, just hearing their name would inspire awe. This was the power of a fearsome reputation, enough to intimidate others by mere renown.

Moreover, Fatty was the local tyrant here, wielding great influence that few dared to defy.

“Kid, you’ve studied judo, haven’t you? You caught me off guard with that sneak attack just now,” Fatty dragged his hefty frame forward leisurely toward Ling Tian, signaling to his thugs. “What the hell are you wasting time for? Get moving and beat him to death! If anyone dies, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Such arrogance!

Ling Tian cast a disdainful glance at Fatty, then turned his gaze toward the two thugs who had just gotten back on their feet. His voice was low and stern: “If you want to die, come over here. If you don’t, then do as I said—bring me that fat bastard.”

The two thugs looked at the bloated, brutish Fatty, their boss—ruthless and not to be trifled with. Then, they eyed Ling Tian, whose expression was cold and resolute, appearing even more fearsome than their own boss. Neither choice seemed safe. Hesitant, they stood frozen.

Ling Tian sneered, “Third time’s the charm. I’ve said it twice already. I won’t repeat myself a third time.” With that, he grabbed a teacup from the table and squeezed it with five fingers. The hard teacup shattered instantly.

At the sight of the shattered pieces hitting the ground, the thugs nearly laughed themselves senseless.

“I’m curious—are your heads harder, or is this cup sturdier? Want to find out?” Ling Tian said coolly.

Are these guys even human? The two thugs stared fearfully at the fragments, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Fatty’s teacup wasn’t made of ordinary ceramic; it was carved from high-grade marble, incredibly sturdy—even a hammer would struggle to break it. Yet Ling Tian crushed it effortlessly, as if it were an eggshell.

If he were to grip their heads like that, it would surely mean a fatal blow.

The two thugs weren’t foolish enough to believe their heads were tougher than marble.

Seeing the thugs approach him, Fatty trembled all over, his flabby flesh quivering and his legs shaking. His greatest reliance was on these two thugs, but now they were betraying him—how could he not be scared?

“You’ve got more guts than sense, daring to lay a hand on me! I warn you, any of you who even touch me, I won’t let off!” Fatty shouted loudly while retreating swiftly.

Faced with Fatty’s threats, the two thugs hesitated, but the thought of Ling Tian’s ability to crush a marble teacup with his bare fingers made them shrink back in terror.

“Boss, don’t put us in a tough spot. We’re forced into this. You’ve seen how powerful that guy is. If we don’t do as he says, there won’t be a single one of us left alive,” one thug replied bitterly.

Fatty fled in full sprint, with the two thugs chasing after him.

Ling Tian gestured for Zhao Ming and his coworkers to sit down. Sun Yibin, loyal as a guard dog, stood vigilantly beside Ling Tian, eyes fixed on Fatty as he scurried about like a rat. Sun Yibin knew very well that with Ling Tian’s power, no bodyguard was needed—Ling Tian himself was the strongest protector.

“Let’s drink some tea and watch the dogs fight. When we catch Fatty, settle your scores and grievances as you wish—just don’t kill him. Have fun however you want,” Ling Tian said, pouring tea for Zhao Ming and the others. “Since I’m here today, let’s finish this thoroughly—completely take care of Fatty.”

Zhao Ming was startled by Ling Tian’s words and quickly said, “We can’t kill anyone; this is a society governed by law.”

Ling Tian smiled faintly. “Hasn’t Fatty done enough evil over the years? Even one of his crimes could keep him locked up for life. But before sending him to prison, you all deserve to vent your anger first. Once you’re done, prison’s waiting for him.”

Sun Yibin nodded. “Young Master Ling, I’ll arrange everything. You just relax and watch the dogs tear each other apart.”

Ling Tian was pleased with Sun Yibin’s demeanor. Though Ling Tian himself was strong, he lacked capable subordinates to carry out tasks. Yan Lie of the Thunder Squad was his most reliable lieutenant, but was currently overseas and unavailable. Zhao Ming still needed time to develop.

Thus, the experienced and capable Sun Yibin became Ling Tian’s top choice.

About five minutes later, the two thugs, panting heavily, dragged Fatty before Ling Tian.

“We’ve brought him. What do you want us to do with him?” they asked.

Ling Tian glanced at Zhao Ming and said, “I brought him here. What happens next is up to you.”

Ling Tian understood that Fatty’s long-standing influence was deeply ingrained in Zhao Ming’s heart. To erase it completely, the best way was for Zhao Ming to personally deal with Fatty, thoroughly and without reservation.

Only when Fatty knelt on the ground begging Zhao Ming for mercy would Zhao Ming realize that the once fearsome Fatty was nothing but trash.

Zhao Ming nodded, carrying the teapot over to Fatty.

“What do you think you’re doing? I warn you—don’t think you can bring a few helpers and start shitting on me. Today, none of you will leave here alive,” Fatty still saw Zhao Ming as the overly honest, meek man.

Sure enough, Zhao Ming hesitated briefly, then suddenly raised the teapot and smashed it hard against Fatty’s head. The teapot shattered, and boiling water splashed all over Fatty, causing him to scream in pain and thrash violently. In his agony, he threw off the two thugs and rolled wildly on the ground.

Zhao Ming felt a pang of cruelty but, recalling all the torment Fatty had inflicted, a sense of exhilaration rose within him.

Humans have two sides—good and evil. When a meek person is pushed to the brink, their dark side erupts. At this moment, Zhao Ming was in such a state, fully unleashed with Ling Tian’s support.

“You were so arrogant before, cursing me and docking my pay… where’s that arrogance now? Keep it up—I’m going to kill you today,” Zhao Ming raged, growing more furious with each blow. He kicked Fatty fiercely, each strike filled with savage satisfaction.

Even Zhao Ming himself was surprised by his own frenzy, but the feeling was undeniably exhilarating—surpassing even the thrill of his first time. Newly rid of his virginity, Zhao Ming shamelessly compared the two experiences.

After a full five minutes, Zhao Ming collapsed, exhausted, sitting on the floor to catch his breath. The two stunned thugs hurriedly offered him tea and water, even massaging him.

“Brother, take it easy. Don’t wear yourself out,” they said, nervous at seeing Zhao Ming so wild and aggressive, eager to curry favor lest they become targets themselves.

Zhao Ming drank his tea, then stood up and looked back at Ling Tian. “You guys keep watching—I’ll go another five minutes.”

Damn! Since when did beating someone get measured by time?

Sun Yibin wiped cold sweat from his brow, thinking how crazy this was. No wonder people say that when a meek man loses control, he’s frighteningly ruthless, even reckless.

Ling Tian smiled, pleased with Zhao Ming’s performance. This was exactly the outcome he wanted: either go mad in silence or fade away quietly. To shed past silence, Zhao Ming had to explode once.

After another three minutes, Zhao Ming was completely spent, collapsing again, gasping for air.

“Earlier, my brother Ling Tian said, ‘Let out your grievances and seek revenge today.’ Come on, this guy’s like a human punching bag. It really feels damn good to hit him—even if it’s tiring. I suggest you all grab some weapons; fighting will be even more satisfying,” Zhao Ming said with satisfaction.

“Ling Tian, Sun Yibin, why don’t you join in?” Zhao Ming shouted excitedly.

Sun Yibin felt a sense of despair—how had such an honest kid gone so wrong?

Ling Tian chuckled. “Today, you guys are the stars. Have fun. Sun Yibin and I won’t join—if we step in, we might kick someone to death, and then no one would have fun.”

Hearing Ling Tian’s words, Sun Yibin slapped his forehead helplessly. “Kick someone to death and no fun? Only someone as strong as Ling Tian would say that.” No wonder Zhao Ming was turning bad—following such a leader, how could he not?

Zhao Ming turned to the workshop leader. “Boss, give it a try. It’s really fun.”

“Save it for yourself. We’ll just watch,” the honest leader whispered. Watching Fatty swollen and battered, he thought to himself that the boss who usually acted so tough was just like any ordinary man—afraid of a beating and unable to endure it.

“Are you still afraid of him?” Zhao Ming asked.

“No!” the leader replied eagerly. After years of being bullied, even a clay figure has some pride, let alone this man. “I just don’t want to kill him—that would land me in jail.”

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