"Damn it—Fatty Paul! Why did you hit me!? Shit, are you tired of living—" Damian Shi clutched his mouth, pointing angrily at Fatty Paul. Although Fatty Paul's kick nearly knocked him out and left him with a missing front tooth, making his speech sound like a broken bellows, Damian's mind was now clear.
"Bullshit! Damian Shi, you sick freak, you have the nerve to talk! So many women throw themselves at you and you ignore them—damn, now you want to switch tastes! I'm a man, damn it, and you try to mess with me? How am I supposed to face anyone now? Don't think the Shi family can bully me and Martin Ming however you want! We're not pushovers! You messed me up, I'll get the triads to take you out!" Fatty Paul was fuming, eyes blazing, clutching his injured crotch as he roared. He looked at Damian Shi like a sworn enemy!
Martin Ming didn't speak, but stood with Fatty Paul, glaring at Damian Shi. Clearly, he agreed—he'd suffered plenty at Damian's hands too.
Only now did Damian Shi notice how ragged Fatty Paul and Martin Ming's clothes were. Especially Fatty Paul, who still had scraps of red fabric hanging from his waist. Damian couldn't even remember this was his own handiwork from his 'beastly rampage.' Clutching his swollen head, he pointed at Fatty Paul and snapped back, "You shameless fatso, showing off those disgusting hairy legs in public! You sick pervert!"
Fatty Paul's pale face turned liver-colored. He knew his reputation was ruined by Damian Shi, the 'maniac.' There was no point arguing with a psycho like this. Suddenly, his eyes hardened—he ripped off the last scrap of cloth from his crotch, pointed at Damian, and spat, "Damian Shi, listen up! I'm cutting all ties with you, we're done! You humiliated me, now we're enemies! Don't think the Shi family makes you untouchable—I've got people too! Watch your back!"
With that, Fatty Paul said no more. Hands over his crotch, face dark as thunder, he turned and hurried out of this place of humiliation!
"Hmph—what a joke! That fatso dares threaten me? If you hadn't run so fast, I'd have had someone finish you off! What a freak, how did he get so crazy—ripped his own pants, what a disgrace! Threaten me? Who needs friends like that—" Damian Shi fixed his messy hair and sneered at Fatty Paul's retreating back.
Before he could finish, Martin Ming stepped up, imitating Fatty Paul—"Riiip—" tore off the last scrap from his own underwear and threw it at Damian Shi. "Damian Shi, you've gone too far! You messed me and Fatty Paul up so bad, how can we show our faces now? You were heartless, so don't blame me for being ruthless. From now on, we're no longer brothers! If you like playing with men so much, go find a gigolo! Watch yourself!"
With that, Martin Ming glared at Damian Shi and hurried after Fatty Paul. The two, shoulder to shoulder, whispered as they left the Phoenix Grand Hotel, clearly unwilling to swallow this humiliation. After all, pride matters—especially for rich kids like them.
"What the hell is going on!? This is insane—even Martin Ming, that wimp, turned on me. He’s got some nerve—" Damian Shi muttered, face pale. Among his cronies, Martin Ming was always the biggest bootlicker and the most timid. Damian couldn’t figure out what he’d done to deserve this.
"Uh—Damian, the Prince of the Shi Family, what you did to Martin Ming and Fatty Paul was really messed up. We were all friends, and you treat them like that? It’s just cold! I have nothing more to say. If it were me, I’d do the same as them—I’m standing up for what’s right, not just for my buddies. From now on, let’s keep our distance! I’m out, take care of yourself!" Before Damian could react, another rich kid stepped up, aired his grievances, and left.
After that guy left, all of Damian Shi’s cronies came up one by one, making it clear they felt the same. Each gave Damian a look of disgust, shook their heads, sighed, and left the hall together, leaving Damian standing there, dazed and clueless about what just happened.
Just then, Shawn Young walked up to Damian Shi, ready to rub salt in the wound. "Ha—everyone’s abandoned you! Damian, the Prince of the Shi Family, look at the beastly things you’ve done—no wonder everyone’s furious! Man, you really know how to put on a show. What a waste of a rich, handsome guy—why are you so into the heavy stuff? I just don’t get it!"
Damian Shi was feeling miserable, and seeing Shawn Young mocking him just made him snap. He stormed forward, grabbed Shawn’s collar, and shouted, "You punk, who do you think you are? How dare you disrespect me!"
Shawn Young didn’t dodge—he wanted to provoke Damian and give himself an excuse to mess with him in front of everyone, making sure Damian would have to keep his head down from now on.
"Damian, the Prince of the Shi Family, talk all you want, but keep your hands to yourself, alright? That’s just low, you know? I’ve got self-respect too!" Shawn Young said loudly on purpose.
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"Bullshit! You think I’m low-class?! Are you tired of living?!" Damian Shi exploded in rage.
"Hey—Damian, the Prince of the Shi Family, I’m warning you! If you don’t let go, I won’t be polite!" Shawn Young’s face turned cold.
"Cut the crap—who do you think you are, talking to me like that? I’m not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?!" Damian Shi was furious, desperate to vent his anger on Shawn Young.
Too bad for Damian Shi—he picked the wrong day to mess with Shawn Young. He had no idea Shawn was just looking for an excuse. Sure enough, Shawn asked loudly, "You really won’t let go?"
"Damn right, I won’t! You’re always jumping out to stir up trouble—now I’m gonna beat you up!" Damian Shi thought about all the times Shawn Young had ruined his plans. With all his cronies gone, he was tasting real betrayal, and Shawn’s taunts pushed him over the edge. He snapped and raised his hand to strike.
Shawn Young was waiting for this. He reached out, grabbed Damian’s pulse point, and twisted hard. Damian’s hand felt like it was caught in a burning iron clamp—he tried to pull away, but it wouldn’t budge. Shawn’s strength was way above his. Damian froze and looked up, seeing the mocking smile in Shawn’s eyes. He finally realized—Shawn was messing with him on purpose!
Suddenly, Damian Shi panicked. He tried to pull his hands back, but Shawn Young grabbed his arm in a flash and sneered, "Damian, the Prince of the Shi Family, if you won’t let go, I’ll take care of it myself!"
With that, Shawn Young shook his body, summoned some inner strength, and gave Damian’s arms a jolt—"Bang—" A huge force shot up Damian’s arms, his body shuddered, and the next thing he knew, he was flying across the room, crashing into a table. Food and wine went everywhere, soaking Damian Shi and making a total mess.
"Ah—ah—" The female guests nearby screamed in shock.
The security guards had already had enough of Damian Shi’s antics—they couldn’t stand him, but as the Shi family’s heir, they hadn’t dared do anything. Now, seeing Shawn Young take him down was sweet revenge. Still, it was their job to keep order, so they rushed over to check on Damian and restore calm.