Curly Jack, though unable to speak or move, stared daggers at Shawn Young—his eyes blazing with fury and a deep, bone-chilling fear.
Seeing this, Shawn Young knew his scare tactics were working. He ramped it up: "Curly Jack, I’m about to strip Jeremy Ling naked and dump him on the street—take a good look at what’s coming for you! If you don’t answer my questions, you know what’s next! Now, watch Jeremy Ling’s fate!"
With that, Shawn Young grabbed Curly Jack by the collar and dragged him outside. The Blue Wolf Syndicate thugs were still going wild, stomping and pounding Jeremy Ling, sometimes getting into a messy brawl themselves. Poor Jeremy was being beaten to a pulp!
Afraid they’d beat Jeremy Ling to death, Shawn Young quickly gestured, chanting, "Freeze!" Instantly, a dozen beams of light shot out, freezing all the Blue Wolf Syndicate goons and Jeremy Ling like statues. Shawn swaggered over to the half-dead Jeremy Ling, flashed a wicked grin, and teased, "Master Jeremy, getting roughed up by a gang of thugs—having fun yet?"
Jeremy Ling struggled to crack open his swollen, black-and-blue eyes, barely lifting his head. Seeing Shawn Young’s grinning mug, his heart sank—he felt like he’d been dumped into an ice cellar in deepest winter. Frozen in place, unable to speak, he was so terrified his belly cramped, and out came a loud, echoing fart. The air was instantly choked with a foul stench.
Shawn Young pinched his nose, fanned the air, and scolded, "Damn, Master Jeremy, you’re seriously nasty! Why eat so much meat if you’re just gonna gas everyone out? Look at them—all crying from your stink! Is this your revenge—fart warfare? That’s not good for their health, you know!"
The dozen Blue Wolf Syndicate thugs, frozen stiff, could only suffer as Jeremy Ling’s stink bomb wafted over their faces. Their cheeks turned beet red, eyes streaming tears from the smell. A few neat freaks looked ready to puke.
The Blue Wolf Syndicate thugs glared at Jeremy Ling, their eyes sharp as knives, ready to slice him to ribbons. Shawn Young, still holding his nose, dragged Jeremy to a breezy spot, finally able to breathe again.
Then Shawn Young sneered, "Heh, Master Jeremy, ever think that while you’re plotting against me, I’m plotting against you too? Wanna know how? I’ll have you run naked around the street, then ship you off to Greenhill Psychiatric Hospital—how’s that for a plan?"
Shawn Young had zero sympathy for Jeremy Ling. The guy not only tried to cripple him, but also made moves on Lilian Grace—Shawn’s off-limits crush. Jeremy Ling had crossed the line, and Shawn Young was ready to make him a total idiot.
Jeremy Ling shook all over at Shawn Young’s words, regret eating him alive. Tears leaked from his swollen eyes—this time, he was genuinely scared. If the first time Shawn tossed him naked into the campus lake was pure rage, this time it was utter terror. To him, Shawn Young was now a devil with a smile.
"Heh heh—Master Jeremy, why the tears? Feeling moved, huh? Well, since you’re so touched, I’ll definitely go through with it! No need to thank me, haha!" Shawn Young said, grabbing Jeremy Ling by the neck and dragging him out, dumping him next to Curly Jack. "Curly Jack, watch closely! If you clam up, you’ll be the next Jeremy Ling!"
With a few swift tugs, Shawn Young stripped Jeremy Ling completely naked, leaving him looking like a bare-butt monkey. For kicks, he pulled the red underwear out of Curly Jack’s mouth and plopped it onto Jeremy Ling’s head, making him look totally freaky—like a bootleg Batman.
Admiring his handiwork, Shawn Young grinned, checked his phone—already 2 AM. The street outside the abandoned building was dead quiet. He ignored the frozen Blue Wolf Syndicate thugs; unless he broke the spell, they weren’t going anywhere.
Dragging both Jeremy Ling and Curly Jack by the neck, Shawn Young spent ten minutes lugging them to the abandoned building closest to the street. He set Curly Jack down, then dragged the naked Jeremy Ling out to the curb and dumped him onto the pavement.
Shawn Young pressed his left palm on Jeremy Ling’s crown, made a sword-finger with his right hand, and channeled his mystical energy. He chanted the Soul Search Spell: "Heaven’s three wonders—sun, moon, and stars—pierce heaven and earth, spirits tremble. Spiritual Lord, comfort the body, wandering soul, five organs of mystery—search!" A white light shot from his finger, through his palm, and into Jeremy Ling’s mind.
The Soul Search Spell is a forbidden Daoist technique, strictly controlled and only taught to sect leaders. It forcibly rips memories from the target’s mind and extracts the 'Heaven Soul' that controls consciousness. Without it, the victim becomes a mindless shell—like a permanent psychiatric patient.
Jeremy Ling jolted, then his eyes went blank as Shawn Young pulled out his memories. Most were sleazy schemes and lazy daydreams. Being an only child, Jeremy was spoiled rotten, which made him arrogant and obsessive—and now, it had all come crashing down.
After finishing the Soul Search Spell, Shawn Young grabbed half a brick from the ground, handed it to Jeremy Ling, and said, "Here, buddy, have some candy. Take your time—don’t rush!"
Now a total idiot, Jeremy Ling grinned like a fool, excitedly gnawing on the brick as if it were the world’s tastiest lollipop. Shawn Young patted his shoulder, "Heh heh—Jeremy Ling, be good. Go play on the street now that you’ve got your candy!"
"Thanks, Uncle!" Jeremy Ling nodded, drooling and chomping on the brick, his head still crowned with Curly Jack’s red underwear. Naked as the day he was born, he skipped out of the abandoned building and onto the street, butt cheeks jiggling and his little buddy bouncing for all to see.