Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 430 Bullying the Weak: Dai Mubai's Inherent Nature Remains Unchanged

How could this be... how could he have become like this?
Ah Yin couldn't believe her eyes.

She stood there, momentarily forgetting to move, just staring blankly.

Seemingly provoked by the spit and insults, Dai Mubai, still mired in the mud, abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot, heterochromatic eyes glaring intently at the two thugs.
"Bullshit! Show some respect to me! I... I am the Star Luo Prince!"

I used to be... I was the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils! I became a Soul Master at a young age!

You scum... watch out, I'll make you regret this!"

He roared as if trying to prove something, struggling to mobilize his soul power.

A faint and unstable fluctuation of soul power emanated from his body, accompanied by a tiger's roar, and a phantom of a white tiger with dull fur appeared behind him!

He attempted to unleash his soul skill, his soul rings flashing, and his starting stance still faintly resembled the White Tiger's Blazing Light Wave from years ago.

However, the fluctuations of that soul power were extremely chaotic, like a candle flickering in the wind, its light unpredictable.

It's unclear whether alcohol completely numbed his nerves and meridians, or whether prolonged decadence had already hollowed out his foundation.

The light of that soul skill had only been gathered in his palm for a moment when it suddenly dissipated like a burst bubble.

The backlash sent a jolt through his arm, and he staggered backward, nearly falling to the ground again.

This futile resistance not only failed to deter others, but also thoroughly enraged the two already impatient thugs.

"Damn it! You're asking for it! You dare to lay a hand on me? Prince of Xingluo? I'll beat you up, you 'prince'!"

One of the thugs cursed angrily, and two yellow spirit rings suddenly lit up on his body. He was obviously a spirit master, although his level was not high. He was more than capable of dealing with a drunkard who couldn't even use a spirit skill.

He suddenly threw a punch, his fist covered with a layer of earthy yellow light, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, and slammed it hard into Dai Mubai's abdomen!

"boom!"

A heavy, muffled thud sounded.

Dai Mubai had absolutely no defense and took the punch squarely, causing him to curl up like a shrimp.

His eyes suddenly bulged outwards, and he let out a painful gasp.

Another thug followed closely and kicked him hard in the back of the knee.

"Crack!" A sharp, teeth-grinding sound rang out, the sound of a bone breaking or a joint dislocating was hard to tell.

Dai Mubai screamed in agony, completely losing his balance and falling heavily to his knees in the cold muddy water, splashing up even more filthy water.

The two thugs showed no sign of stopping, raining down punches and kicks while cursing and beating the attackers.

"The Shrek Seven Devils? I've never heard of them!"

"Soul Master? Bah! A complete waste!"

"Serves you right for being arrogant! Serves you right for being so cocky!"

Occasionally, passersby would walk by, but they would only glance at them indifferently before hurrying around, as if it were already commonplace.
Nobody wants to get into trouble.

Most of those who had originally followed Ah Yin stopped and watched the spectacle from afar, their faces showing either numbness or schadenfreude.

Seeing the once-renowned Star Luo Prince, who was also an excellent Soul Master, reduced to such a state, Ah Yin felt pity for him.

Out of kindness, she instinctively wanted to step forward to help, to see if there was anything she could do to assist.

Before her, three figures timidly, yet with a hint of recklessness, surrounded her.

There were three women.

She wore a coarse cloth dress in a garish, jarring color, and her face was covered with cheap cosmetics in an attempt to conceal her rough skin.

They possessed no trace of soul power; they were merely ordinary people from the lowest rungs of society, their luster long since dulled by the hardships of life. One of them, slightly older, mustered her courage, her voice trembling with a hint of pleading, and extended her hand:
"Mr. Dai... please have mercy, we haven't settled the bill for the drinks and the money we owed you for entertaining you last time... We sisters have it tough too..."

Dai Mubai was filled with rage from the beating and humiliation he had just suffered, and had nowhere to vent it.

Upon hearing this, his cloudy, heterochromatic eyes glared at the woman who had spoken, his tone filled with violence and impatience:

"Money? I said, it's on credit! Don't you understand?!"

He roared gruffly, spitting on the woman's face.

"Get out! All of you, get the hell away from me! Seeing you brings me bad luck!"

Another, slightly younger prostitute seemed a bit anxious, her voice trembling with tears:

"Master Dai, you can't do this... We agreed... We've served you all night, you can't..."

"Serve?"

As if this word had ignited a nerve of shame in Dai Mubai, he suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh, interrupting the woman's words.

He staggered forward, almost bringing his face close to the three women who were huddled together in fear. The strong stench of alcohol and body odor hit them, causing them to instinctively back away.

"Pooh!"

he spat.

"You lot dare to call yourselves servants? Do you even know what kind of women I used to sleep with?"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with a morbid boastfulness and a sense of pleasure in trampling on others to gain a false sense of superiority.

"Hot body! Young and beautiful! That waist, those legs... Humph! And twins too, I can enjoy them all! That's what I call real pleasure!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his face flushed an unnatural red.

"I'm doing you a favor by hiring you! I'm giving you a chance to make a living! And you dare ask me for money? You persistent ghosts!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the woman who had asked for money first!

Caught off guard, the woman screamed and staggered backward as she was kicked, falling heavily into the muddy water. Tears welled up instantly from the pain, and she curled up, clutching her stomach.

The other two prostitutes screamed in fright, their faces turning deathly pale. They dared not utter another word and hurriedly went to help their companion, their eyes filled with utter terror as they looked at Dai Mubai.

Looking at their disheveled appearance, Dai Mubai seemed to derive some twisted sense of satisfaction, panting heavily:

"Get out of here! If I ever see you again, I'll break your legs!"

Ah Yin, who was standing not far away, saw all of this clearly.

The pity she had felt for her deceased friend's misfortune vanished completely at that moment.

All that remained in her heart was a cold disappointment and disgust.

A person can fail, become destitute, or live a life of debauchery.

However, one should not transfer one's own suffering to the cruelty inflicted on the weaker.

His punches at the stronger opponent could perhaps be described as a display of undiminished courage.

But the fact that he kicked these unarmed, struggling women only proves that his inherently bullying nature is incurable!
Forget it.

Ah Yin shook her head slightly in her heart and looked away.

He deserves it; no one owes him anything.

(End of this chapter)