On our wedding night, my wife acted strangely.

Zhang Chuang cursed the servant's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Damn it, you only said the Regent was coming, but you didn't say Fatty Wang was coming too!

Isn't this outrageous?!

"Damn it! Where's that damn lackey? Get out here! Didn't he say there was only one prince?!" Zhang Chuang kicked a stone block next to him.

He didn't dare to scold the fat man, so he could only vent his anger on the servant.

The fat man's chubby face almost drooped to the ground, his expression dark and gloomy. "You little brat, who were you just cursing?"

"I...I didn't insult you..." Zhang Chuang subconsciously took a step back.

"You didn't insult me?" The fat man grabbed his collar and lifted him up like a chick. "You fucking insulted Big Brother Fatty, you're asking for it!"

Zhang Chuang's feet left the ground, he had difficulty breathing, and his face turned a deep liver color.

The group of followers behind him were also terrified, each of them shrinking their necks like quails, none of them daring to step forward.

"Wang...Wang Chongyu, let me go..." Zhang Chuang struggled to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, "I...I'm working for the First Prince! If you dare touch me, the First Prince won't let you get away with it!"

He thought that bringing up the eldest prince would make the fat man more wary.

After all, the eldest prince, Nangong Ao, was the empress's eldest son and had a high reputation in the army, making him the strongest contender for the position of crown prince.

But he forgot that the fat man was a stubborn and reckless man, and his father, Wang Tienan, was a staunch supporter of the Lin family.

In the fat man's eyes, let alone the eldest prince, even if the emperor himself came, he would still fight to the death.

"Nangong Ao? Who does he think he is? Even if he became emperor, he'd still have to kneel and bow before Brother Fatty!"

"You...you're being insolent..."

"You motherfucker!" The fat man was completely enraged. He raised his fist, which was bigger than a clay pot, and was about to smash it into Zhang Chuang's face.

Just then, Lin Yi, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"Fatty."

As if receiving a royal decree, the fat man immediately stopped what he was doing, grinning, "Big brother, what should we do with this little brat? How about I throw him off the third floor?"

Lin Yi slowly got up and walked to Zhang Chuang.

He was half a head taller than Zhang Chuang, and his deep eyes held no pity whatsoever, making Zhang Chuang feel uneasy.

"You just said you wanted me to kneel down and kowtow to you?"

Zhang Chuang opened his mouth wide, as if he desperately wanted to beg for mercy.

But with the fat man choking him, he couldn't utter a single word, and the group of cronies behind him were so frightened they didn't dare breathe.

"No... I wouldn't dare..."

"Don't dare?" Lin Yi laughed, a cold laugh. "Heh heh heh, I saw you were quite bold just now. You insulted me, insulted my father, and even insulted my grandfather. Why are you chickening out now?"

With each word he spoke, the fat man tightened his grip.

Zhang Chuang felt like his neck was about to be snapped, his eyes were bulging out, and his tongue was sticking out.

"Brother, why waste words with this little brat!" the fat man said impatiently. "Just kill him. People like him don't deserve to live!"

"No, no, no." Lin Yi waved his hand. "Fatty, you need to learn to be composed too. Do you understand composure? When we punish someone, we can't just kill them. Because if you kill them today, they won't remember anything tomorrow. You have to make them suffer, make them feel pain, make them afraid!"

After saying that, Lin Yi's expression turned stern, and a strong killing intent instantly enveloped the entire hall.

"Bang!"

He raised his foot and kicked Zhang Chuang hard in the crotch.

"Awooo—!!"

A scream that sounded inhuman echoed throughout the entire Yanlai Tower.

The fat man smiled and let go of his hand.

Zhang Chuang fell sideways to the ground, his body like a mantis shrimp starving for air. He covered his groin with both hands, his body arching and convulsing on the ground as he writhed in pain, making "hoarse" sounds and drooling all over the floor.

That kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Everyone present, including the courtesans, felt a chill in their crotches and instinctively squeezed their legs together.

That's fucking ruthless!

They just insulted you a couple of times, and you're going to wish them childlessness?

"Ah! Ugh..." Zhang Chuang foamed at the mouth and fainted from the pain.

The henchmen were terrified, their faces ashen.

One of the more timid ones even sat down on the ground, his trouser leg gushing out to urinate.

Looking at Zhang Chuang's half-dead state, the fat man showed no sympathy whatsoever, but instead burst into laughter and kicked him twice more.

"Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed!"

"You dare insult Fatty Brother!"

"Feeling good now?"

"Huh? Speak up, you bastard!"

Zhang Chuang was already like a lump of mud.

Lin Yi didn't even glance at him, as if he had just stepped on an ant.

That's right. In his eyes, trash like Zhang Chuang is nothing more than an ant, or even less than an ant.

He turned around and glanced at the group of spoiled young men sprawled on the ground.

"You guys were having a good time arguing just now, weren't you?"

The spoiled brats were so frightened that they shook their heads repeatedly.

"No...no...Your Highness, please spare us...we will never dare to do it again..."

"We were all forced into this by Zhang Chuang, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, yes, it's all his fault! He's the one who told us to yell at them!"

At this point, all talk of brothers, loyalty, and standing up for what's right is utter nonsense.

They just wanted to live.

Because they still have plenty of youth and plenty of money left to spend.

"Is that so?" Lin Yi walked up to the young master who had been cursing the loudest, squatted down, and said with a playful smile, "I remember you just said that my grandfather was a brute, my father was a womanizer, I'm an idiot, and my family has been good-for-nothings for three generations, right?"

The young master turned green with fear and kowtowed desperately, pleading, "Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness, I had a foul mouth, I deserve to die! Please, Your Highness, for the sake of my father being the Vice Minister of Revenue, spare me this once!"

"Vice Minister of Revenue? Heh heh heh, that's a fourth-rank official, you could say." Lin Yi laughed. "Too bad, he's nothing but a fart in my eyes."

After saying that, he stood up and winked at the fat man.

The fat man understood immediately, and approached with a sinister grin. "Big brother, what do these little bastards have to say?"

Lin Yi said calmly, "Twenty slaps for each person, do it yourselves. If anyone dares to slack off, or doesn't slap loud enough, you'd better help them out."

Upon hearing this, the faces of those spoiled brats turned ashen.

Slap yourself in the face? And in front of so many people?

This is worse than killing them!

They are all prominent figures in the capital. If they really kneel down and beat themselves, how will they ever be able to face people again?

"Alright!" The fat man rubbed his hands together, extremely excited.

He thought to himself, "This is much more exciting than playing with women."

One of the most audacious playboys even tried to plead for mercy, "Your Highness, you..."

The fat man didn't give him a chance at all, and slapped him across with his large, fan-like hand.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp crack, the young master spun around twice on the spot, half of his face swelled up at a visible speed, and blood and foam from his back teeth flew far away.

"Damn it, I told you to smoke, so just smoke! Stop talking nonsense!" the fat man cursed. "If you dare utter another word, I'll kill your mother!"