It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 682 [100] The Incompetent Teammate's Magnificent Rampage
Zhu Shengzhi was forced to "see injustice on the road," and the blue-haired and purple-haired young masters turned around to look at him one after the other.

The blue-haired man curled his lips to his ears, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Where did you come from, this temporary city policeman? Why are you bothering me? Don't you know we're the Bone-Eating Brotherhood?"

As if he couldn't wait to show his identity, he pulled down his sleeve, revealing a faintly glowing, purplish scar on the back of his hand.

The purple-haired man next to Zhu Shengzhi didn't even bother to talk to him; he continued to stomp on the homeless man who had already fallen, taking the man's cries of pain as positive feedback.

Zhu Shengzhi repeated exaggeratedly, "The Bone-Eating Brotherhood? It's actually the Bone-Eating Brotherhood?!"

Qin Jiandan had certainly heard of the Bone-Eating Brotherhood. Their members were all children of the powerful and wealthy in the inner city. Since these children could enter university without taking the entrance exams, they, being good for nothing, established various clubs in the schools, the most notorious of which was the Bone-Eating Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood of the Bone only recruits male members, and their main activity is to randomly torture and kill homeless people in the outer city (or the edge of the inner city), which they euphemistically call "cleaning up social garbage".

This cruel and meaningless activity turned aristocratic youths into "accomplices," increasing the organization's cohesion and earning the praise of "high society."

Just as vampires shouldn't befriend humans, one of the things nobles fear most is their children treating commoners as human beings. The activities of the Bone-Eater Brotherhood ensured the upper class's ruthlessness towards the lower class.

The fraternity also served to promote unity among the nobility. If a nobleman's son was not accepted by the fraternity, his parents would lose face, and it could even affect the entire family's status in high society.

To join the Bone-Eater Brotherhood, one must be a nobleman with a prestigious family background, and must undergo initiation trials including a "Ritual of Pain" and a "Ritual of Humiliation."

The "painful ritual" refers to the requirement that candidates drip strong purple acid onto the back of their right hand and not wipe it off until the metacarpal bone is faintly visible.

After emergency treatment, a permanent, dark purple scar will remain on the back of the hand, just like the one the blue-haired guy just showed—which is why the "Bone-Eating Brotherhood" is named as such.

The "shaming ritual" changes every year, basically the seniors do whatever they want, mainly to mentally humiliate the candidates, who must keep smiling throughout.

The blue-haired and purple-haired men had given oral sex to the senior members in order to join, but they would never admit it to others...

Zhu Shengzhi repeatedly used the term "Bone-Corroding Brotherhood" in the hope that Qin Jiandan and Ibash would change their approach and not deliberately offend the other side.

However, Qin Jiandan had a 10 billion bounty on his head and had offended both the company and the three major families, so he wouldn't care about any damn Brotherhood.

"Fat pig, are you even capable?"

Qin Jiandan directly referred to Zhu Shengzhi as a "fat pig," and Zhu Shengzhi should thank Qin Jiandan for not calling him by his real name in front of the noble children.

"Bullying the weak in broad daylight, and you can't even handle something like this? You can forget about becoming a full-fledged city police officer as a temporary worker!"

The two young masters mistook Zhu Shengzhi, who was wearing a fat pig armor, for a temporary city police officer, and Qin Jiandan was happy to let them misunderstand.

Qin Jiandan's instigation had left Zhu Shengzhi seething with anger. The blue-haired and purple-haired men also retorted:

"It's not broad daylight anymore, it's midnight!"

"What do you mean by bullying the weak? Homeless people are social trash, and we who clean up trash are doing a public service. We two are members of the Roxon family, and we're honored guests of the police chief. Do you want to lose your job as a city police officer?"

The two members of the Bone-Eating Brotherhood mistook Qin Jiandan for the newly arrived permanent city police officer and Fat Pig Armor for a temporary city police worker.

As for the otaku-style "Gintoki" Ibash next to them, the two didn't take him seriously at all, assuming he had been arrested by the city police and was about to be sent to jail.

The company cracks down hard on the anime and manga community. Every month, a batch of comic book artists and hardcore otaku are executed (supposedly because they are afraid that their imaginations are too rich and might awaken superpowers).

Ibash didn't seem to have any intention of correcting them, and "Gintoki" tidied his messy hair.

"Fat pig, we brought you out here to assist in 'executions.' If we don't encounter any nobles worthy of execution, executing a noble's son is the same."

Zhu Shengzhi, his face covered in sweat inside the Fat Pig Armor, said, "Isn't it unnecessary to go to such extremes? They say one shouldn't bring misfortune upon one's family..."

“Hahahaha.” Ibash chuckled dryly. “When nobles force commoners to submit, threatening their families is commonplace. Why can’t it be the other way around? It’s common sense that when resisting tyranny, one must also harm one’s family!”

Upon hearing the keyword "execution," the two young masters were not afraid at all; instead, they began to laugh.

"What's going on? You nerdy guy, you think you can cosplay as a comical ghost just by wearing this trench coat? Aren't you afraid of angering the comical ghost and having you executed instead?"

The fact that the initial clown can remove masks is not widely known. The rich young man, seeing the otaku reveal his face, immediately concludes that the other man cannot be the clown.

"Hey? You dare steal my money!"

Caught off guard, the homeless man, who had just been punched and kicked, took advantage of the young master's distraction, suddenly jumped up from the ground, snatched the 1000 yuan bill from the blue-haired man's hand, and ran away.

The purple-haired man wanted to surround them. However, the fat pig armor was too much of a hindrance, and the homeless man slipped through the gap.

Qin Jiandan and Ibash found the scene ridiculous. They each stepped aside to the left or right. The homeless man gratefully passed through the middle.

The two young masters were furious and flew into a rage.

"You bastard! You dare take my money without drinking my piss! You're tired of living!"

"You fat pig, how dare you embarrass us! I'll call a drone to kill you right now!" The blue-haired man said, taking out a police recording device and quickly pressing buttons on the small screen.

Seeing that the other party was calling in a police drone, Zhu Shengzhi, though unwilling to offend the nobles, wanted to save his own life even more.

"Damn it! Take this! Dragon Claw Hand!"

Using the incredibly clumsy fat pig armor to target the opponent's two points, the blue-haired man grimaced in pain, and the recorder fell to the ground as a result.

The purple-haired man realized what was happening and immediately began to use the martial arts he had learned from the skill jar.

"You fat pig, you really dare to lay a hand on me! Behold my Great Compassionate Thousand Leaf Hand!"

Although it didn't match her identity or attire, the purple-haired woman executed the "Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Hand" with unparalleled precision, as if it were a pre-programmed technique. The moves were complex and unpredictable, and the dark purple scar on the back of her hand was stretched into a Möbius strip-like band of light at high speed.

Qin Jiandan looked down on people who learned martial arts using skill jars. Without proper training, they lacked internal energy, and most of their techniques were just empty shells.

Zhu Shengzhi, however, was unaware of the intricacies involved. He was cowardly and afraid of death; despite wearing heavy armor, he was immediately terrified upon seeing the opponent's Great Compassionate Thousand-Leaf Hand.

"No, don't be too harsh! This is like a flood washing away the Dragon King's temple!"

The blue-haired man was forcefully restrained by the "Dragon Claw Hand," and amidst the pain, he seemed to awaken his inner femininity. Zhu Shengzhi then abandoned him and shouted preemptively at the purple-haired man, "Don't come any closer, or you'll get a taste of my 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Ancestor Dragon Claw Hand'!"
The purple-haired man's "Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Hand" was only halfway through its execution when he couldn't change his moves midway and got entangled in mid-air with the fat pig armor's two thick arms.

Qin Jiandan, who was watching the commotion from behind, laughed and said, "If the 'Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Hand' manages to break through the middle gate, the Fat Pig Armor will probably explode immediately!"

"What? An explosion?"

Inside the armor, Zhu Shengzhi was in so much heat and anxiety that he had completely lost the ability to think. He awkwardly waved his exoskeleton arms while using his eye tracker to aim at the various messy buttons on the holographic screen.

"Beep—Mulan missile activated."

"What? That's not what I'm going to do..."

"Countdown to Mulan missile launch. 3, 2, 1"

With a hiss, two missiles on the chest of the fat pig armor were fired simultaneously, hitting the purple-haired man's stomach at close range. The bullets ripped his intestines out and carried him into the night sky, making him stand shoulder to shoulder with the airship in the background of the central tower.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—you dare kill me?! My parents won't let you get away with this! Aaaaaaahh ...

With a bang, the purple hair was blown into a dazzling firework by the Mulan missile.

Zhu Shengzhi was completely stunned by the two new grooves on his chest.

Ibash started clapping first: "Brother Shengzhi, congratulations on killing someone!"

Qin Jiandan clapped along, "Congratulations on killing someone! Brother Shengzhi!"

The blue-haired man finally snapped out of his daze, and fear finally surfaced in his eyes.

"Who...who exactly are you people? Brother Shengzhi...are you referring to Zhu Shengzhi of the Night Dragon Society?"

"No, no!" Fat Pig Armor waved its hands frantically. "I'm not Zhu Shengzhi, I'm really not Zhu Shengzhi!"

木兰飞弹的升空引起了巡逻无人机的注意。1、2、3、4……总共8只警用无人机朝着小巷上空飞来。

Ibash used subspace particles to instantly change his appearance, reverting to his comical form. At the same time, a subspace window opened behind him.

"Young Master Qin, Brother Shengzhi, there's no need to waste time with the drone. Come and hide in my Cold Chamber for a while."

Qin Jiandan gladly accepted the invitation. Zhu Shengzhi, however, glared fiercely at the fleeing blue-haired man, deeply resenting that there were only two Mulan missiles; otherwise, he could have killed the blue-haired man to silence him.

"Are you two deliberately trying to harm me? Why didn't you call me by my real name earlier or later, but only after I accidentally killed someone? What good does it do you to ruin my business?"

After he and Zhu Shengzhi entered the subspace and hid, Qin Jiandan gloated: "I didn't ask you to launch the Mulan missile. Your role was to make Ibash look ridiculous, and you did an exceptional job in that regard. You've done a good job for the Night Dragon Society, and I'll remember that."

Ibash suddenly said, "Brother Shengzhi wants to kill the remaining young master to silence him, right? I can do that for you. But then you'll owe me a favor."

Before Zhu Shengzhi could agree, he jumped out of the subspace, leaving only Zhu Shengzhi and Qin Jiandan, the superior and subordinate.

Things in the subspace are blurry and indistinct; some cubes serve as tables and chairs.

Zhu Shengzhi was extremely hot, and the fat pig armor needed help to disassemble.

"Young Master, please have mercy and help me take off my armor! I'm dying of heat!"

Qin Jiandan turned her face away: "I'm not going to help a man take off his clothes!"

(End of this chapter)