Chapter 8: The Beginning of the Fall p2
DRUNKEN PERVERT WHO ONCE PEEPED ON SUPERMODEL NOW REDEEMS HIMSELF, BRAVELY FIGHTS ROBBERS IN SUPERMARKET
And below it, in smaller text: “Fallen youth turns over a new leaf, vows to become a new man.”
Fang Qiang couldn’t watch anymore. He let out a furious roar, rushed forward, and smashed his fist into the screen, shattering the brand-new digital TV. Why? I admired you so much! Why would you do this to me? Why?
He was wild with rage, and at the same time, his heart was filled with a cold, profound disappointment—in society, in human nature, in everything.
How ridiculous that just moments ago he had resolved to live up to his idol’s expectations and become a hero. He never knew that his idol’s true face was so shameless, that she had been playing him for a fool all along. He was the classic idiot who had been sold and was still helping the seller count the money.
The more he thought about it, the more resentful he became. Filled with a burning rage, he ran out the door, intending to go to the television station and confront Wen Qing, to demand to know why she had twisted the truth to hurt him.
But after running for a few blocks, he suddenly remembered that Wen Qing wasn’t in Dragon City anymore. She had told him during the recording last week that she was flying to another city the next day for another show.
He couldn’t remember which city. And even if he could, was he supposed to buy a plane ticket and hunt her down? She was a famous host. Unless she wanted to see him, a nobody like him would never get close to her.
Fang Qiang stopped in his tracks, feeling an indescribable sense of dejection.
He would never get justice. Perhaps there was no such thing as justice in this world. Between people, there was only deceit, violence, power, and mutual exploitation. Men were all villains, and women were all bitches. Especially beautiful women. Behind their lovely faces hid the hearts of vipers.
Uphold justice? Ha, haha… How naive, how laughable!
He couldn’t help but laugh maniacally at the sky, drawing stares and scornful looks from the passersby, who thought he was a madman.
He suddenly had a strong urge to drink. He went to a small shop on the street, bought several large bottles of hard liquor, and began to chug them as he walked.
The fiery liquor made him cough. A burning sensation quickly spread through his stomach, but he continued to drink numbly, finishing one bottle and starting another.
The drunkenness washed over him, and his steps became unsteady.
This was the third time he had gotten drunk like this. The first was because of his breakup. The second was when he had tried to kill himself. Tonight, he once again wanted to experience that feeling of being completely wasted.
He staggered along, with no sense of direction. Suddenly, he heard a commotion from the crowd ahead, which drew his remaining attention.
It was at the entrance of a large hotel. At least a hundred people were gathered, forming a tight circle. Dozens of security guards linked arms to form a human wall, cordoning off a path from the entrance to the parking lot.
Cheers and gasps erupted from the crowd from time to time. Someone even set off firecrackers, the sound deafening.
Fang Qiang couldn’t help but sway over. He tapped the shoulder of a man standing on the edge of the crowd. “Excuse me, brother… what’s going on? What’s all the excitement about?”
Without turning his head, the man replied, “Can’t you see it’s a wedding? Tsk tsk… the famous tycoon, Mr. Qian Sheng, the man with more money than he can spend, is getting married today. Look at this wedding, so grand, so luxurious…”
He gestured with his chin toward the side of the hotel.
Fang Qiang followed his gaze and saw a huge color poster hanging down the side of the four-story building.
It was a wedding photo, enlarged a thousand times. Under the hotel lights, it was incredibly eye-catching.
The bride and groom in the photo were a beautiful, elegant woman and a man dressed in designer clothes, both smiling gracefully for the camera.
A violent tremor ran through Fang Qiang.
That… isn’t that Ye Ling?
Yes, the bride was Ye Ling. The “ex-girlfriend” who had ruthlessly dumped him.
Today was her wedding day.
And the man in the designer clothes was the rich kid who had stolen her from him at the “Purgatory Angel” coffee bar and insulted him. So, he was the famous local tycoon, Qian Sheng.
Those two bastards! While he was here, suffering and destitute, they were happily getting married.
A fire of rage ignited in Fang Qiang. He pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the protests of the onlookers, until he was near the front. He was just in time to see the bride and groom, arm in arm, gracefully exiting the hotel.
Dressed as a bride, Ye Ling was even more beautiful than before. Her large, clear eyes were filled with laughter. A pearl-white, off-the-shoulder wedding dress perfectly showcased her slender figure. The low-cut neckline revealed two full, snow-white orbs. That bitch! So her tits are that big. I never noticed before…
Staring at the half-naked breasts that jiggled with every step, as if about to burst from the dress, Fang Qiang felt his blood begin to boil. His eyes instantly turned red. I want to rip that wedding dress open, pull out those full, slutty tits, and play with them in my hands…
The wicked thought grew stronger, fueled by the alcohol, burning within him.
At that moment, the tycoon Qian Sheng had already led Ye Ling to the ultra-luxurious Mercedes sports car. Amid the envious gazes of the crowd, they sped away.
Fang Qiang pushed his way out of the crowd, hailed a taxi, and told the driver to follow the sports car.
In the city, the sports car couldn’t speed up, and they didn’t notice they were being followed.
About ten minutes later, the car turned into a quiet, wealthy neighborhood and stopped in front of a villa with high walls.
Fang Qiang told the driver to stop, paid, got out, and stealthily approached.
From a distance, he saw the villa’s iron gate open. An old man who looked like a butler and two strong bodyguards came out to greet them, bowing and scraping.
Qian Sheng and Ye Ling got out of the car and entered the magnificent, European-style villa.
The butler then instructed the bodyguards to drive the car away and closed the iron gate.
A cold wind blew, and much of Fang Qiang’s drunkenness had worn off. But he was now in an even more agitated state.
It was the excitement of a man about to commit a wicked, violent act, a mixture of thrill and perverted pleasure.
Seeing no one around, Fang Qiang quickly stripped off his clothes. Naked, he ran to the iron gate and knocked twice on the knocker.
Then he pressed himself tightly against the gate. In an instant, his entire body turned the same silver-gray color as the iron.
The gate opened again. The butler poked his head out. There was no one there.
Just as he was feeling puzzled, he received a sharp blow to the back of the neck and passed out.
Fang Qiang slipped inside, dragged the butler into the gatehouse, found some rope, and tied him up, gagging him.
Then he came out and ran along the inside of the wall, silently and swiftly approaching the villa. His body changed to the dark color of the wall, and under the cover of night, he was practically invisible.
The two bodyguards were standing at the entrance of the villa, smoking and talking. Neither of them noticed Fang Qiang approaching.
Just then, he heard barking. Two powerful wolfhounds appeared from somewhere and came running toward him, barking furiously.
Fang Qiang was startled and instinctively stopped.
He could change color and become invisible, but he couldn’t hide his scent from a dog’s nose.
The two wolfhounds were about to pounce, baring their teeth. Fang Qiang had no choice but to bend down, pick up a rock, and prepare to kill the two animals.
With his current strength and skill, it would be no problem. His only concern was that he might alert his main targets. If they called the police, it would be troublesome.
Just as the killing intent appeared in his eyes, a strange thing happened. The two menacing wolfhounds suddenly let out a whimper and dropped to their front paws, cowering on the ground, panting and trembling as if in the presence of the king of beasts.
The two bodyguards were surprised and came over to investigate. Using his camouflage and the darkness, Fang Qiang silently circled behind the two unlucky men. With two sharp chops, he knocked them out.
After tying them up as well, the beast within Fang Qiang was further aroused. With a ferocious expression, he burst into the villa.
The three-story villa was lavishly decorated, with the finest furniture. A magnificent, multicolored chandelier cast a brilliant light.
In this light, Fang Qiang’s figure constantly changed color, like a mobile human crystal.
He silently ascended the spiral staircase to the third floor and approached the bedroom.
The door was ajar. The sound of a man and a woman flirting came from within.
“My little darling… Ha, you’re my legal wife tonight. No more excuses for holding out, right? Come on, let your husband have a kiss first!”
“Get away! Your breath stinks of alcohol… Go take a shower. Come on, hubby, go…”
Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw the bride and groom tumbling on a large bed, kissing and laughing.
Fang Qiang’s eyes burned with hatred. Just as he was about to burst in, the groom was pushed off the bed. Muttering to himself, he walked toward the door.
Fang Qiang quickly hid to the side and watched as the groom, Qian Sheng, came out and staggered toward the second-floor bathroom.
Using his camouflage, Fang Qiang silently followed him and slipped into the bathroom as well.
Qian Sheng took off his clothes and had just turned on the shower when he was suddenly pinned from behind, an arm clamped around his throat.
“Wha… who… who are you?” Qian Sheng instinctively struggled, his voice filled with terror, but the chokehold made his words broken and faint.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. Tell me, what did you mean when you said that bitch was ‘holding out’?” Fang Qiang’s voice was low and menacing, his arm tightening.
“Sir… please spare me! Whatever you want… I’ll give you… please!” Qian Sheng’s face was ashen. He struggled to breathe, begging for his life, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Fang Qiang repeated his question several times before the rich kid finally understood. “It was… my wife…” he stammered. “She said… we could only… go all the way… after we were married…”
So Ye Ling was still a virgin. This was fantastic!
Fang Qiang was overjoyed. He chopped the back of Qian Sheng’s neck, knocking him unconscious.
“Very good. I’ll be the one to break through that final defense for you, hahaha!”
With a savage laugh, Fang Qiang shoved Qian Sheng into the bathtub, tied him securely to the steel pipes, and turned on the faucet, letting the gushing water choke the rich kid.
Then, filled with an exhilarating excitement, he strode toward the third-floor bedroom.
