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Chapter 150: Chapter 150 Humiliation
"You..." Han Surou’s face darkened in an instant. She was a Fifth Generation Disciple and one of the outstanding ones at that. Yet, now a Sixth Generation Disciple dared to speak to her like this—wasn’t this a humiliation to her?
"What, you already called me ’husband’ last time. Given your looks are decent, I can’t exercise the rights of a husband?"
Lin Feng sneered. Such a woman, she definitely needed to be taught a lesson.
"You’re looking for death!!"
Han Surou was no simpleton; as the boss lady, many people treated her with respect but kept their distance. Upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, a flash of coldness swept through her eyes, and she raised her hand to strike at him. However, although her palm strike had the form of a Great Martial Master’s, it lacked the force; evidently, the poison she’d received last time was severe, and she still hadn’t fully recovered.
Lin Feng casually caught her strike, causing her expression to shift dramatically—it was clear she hadn’t expected Lin Feng to be as strong as the rumors suggested. Even though she was at less than half of her full strength, wasn’t subduing a mere martial master supposed to be effortless?
"Dare to raise a hand against your husband? Really, if you don’t get spanked for three days, you start tearing off the roof tiles!"
Lin Feng grabbed her and dragged her into the room, casually hooking his foot to close the door, then gave a crisp smack—an open-handed strike to Han Surou’s buttocks.
The latter’s eyes bulged in shock, her body stiffened beyond belief, and her mind went utterly blank, completely losing the ability to think or resist. She, the boss lady among the Fifth Generation Disciples, was being humiliated in such a manner—being smacked on the butt?
And in broad daylight, under the clear sky?
She blushed furiously, struggling to break free, but Lin Feng’s strength was surprisingly great, and every slap that landed made her feel completely powerless.
Wang Shan poked his head out, and hearing the crude sound of the door slamming followed by the ongoing crisp smacking sounds, he shook his head and sighed.
"Ah, to be young."
...
Not sure how long it went on, but eventually, Lin Feng got tired of hitting her. Despite the fact that Han Surou’s derriere felt nice to the touch—plump, and he even squeezed it a few times, bewitched by the soft, smooth, tender sensation.
Lin Feng himself didn’t know how long he spanked her, but by the end, even his hand was numb.
"I’m going to kill you!"
Half a cup of tea’s time later, the recovered Han Surou stood dazed on the spot for a moment, like a lost little girl, before finally snapping out of it. She was embarrassed and infuriated, wanting to lash out at Lin Feng. Though she talked big, she didn’t actually make a move against him again. Instead, tears quickly filled her eyes.
Crying?
Lin Feng couldn’t care less; he had seen plenty of women cry. To boast a little, even the Red Sleeve Empress had cried in front of him before. What, she thought she could win his sympathy with this act? Making it seem as if Lin Feng was some villain without a wicked deed undone, as if she had been greatly wronged.
Is any wrong greater than a matter of life and death?
This was just a small punishment for her. If not for Lin Feng’s desire to stay in Divine Wind Camp and to take the Iron Spear Divine Marquis as his mentor.
For having the audacity to use him as a human shield before, Lin Feng had long considered her dead.
"Put away your act, that day, if I had been less powerful, I would’ve been killed by you. Now, I merely spanked you one hundred and seventy-eight times. To me, I’m the one who’s at a loss, but I, being a magnanimous person, won’t remember the offenses of a petty person, and will let this matter go."
Lin Feng calmly sat aside drinking tea, utterly ignoring the existence of the other party. If others were to witness this scene, they’d probably spit out their drinks in shock at Lin Feng. Damn it, such a beautiful woman standing here in distress, and he doesn’t even comfort her with a few words?
Inside Wang Shan’s house, upon hearing the woman’s melodious weeping, he shook his head and sighed.
"Lin Feng, oh Lin Feng, you must restrain yourself. You’ve made the girl cry. It seems that I must remind you later, as Martial Artists, we should prioritize cultivation."
The reason Han Surou was crying, was partly because of Lin Feng’s humiliation. After all, it’s not like just anyone has the right to spank a girl, and she, Han Surou, was no ordinary person as the leader of the Ice Gang. This was an immense disgrace to her.
Moreover, the spanks that Lin Feng had administered were not fake in the slightest—they were solid hits, almost spanking her butt raw. The pain was genuine.
Humiliation and pain, compounded with the grievances she faced upon returning to Divine Wind Camp...
Caused her to lose control of her emotions and burst into tears.
Now hearing Lin Feng speak this way, although she was boiling with mortified rage, she genuinely couldn’t muster any Killing Aura, because indeed, she was the one at fault initially. If not for Lin Feng’s strength, perhaps she would have died by the riverbank that day, becoming a floating corpse, by now drifted off to who knows where.
Han Surou wasn’t a venomous person; she had always felt quite guilty about this matter, which is why she intervened last time when she saw Lin Feng surrounded by Hua Hu.
But she did not regret her actions, because otherwise, she would have been the one to die that day, which is an instinctual survival response of a Martial Artist. Of course, this was something Lin Feng could understand too; if he were in her shoes, he would’ve made the same choice.
He was just upset about being made such a scapegoat.
"Speak. Why have you come to me?"
Lin Feng saw that Han Surou was no longer crying, no longer causing a fuss, and thought to himself: this woman, indeed, needed a good spanking; the old saying ’a day without a beating is like three days without roofing tiles’ couldn’t be more true.
Thinking this, he was reminded of the Empress of Red Sleeves, who was also a woman, and moreover, the once strongest of them.
Han Surou took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and her face quickly regained its usual calm as if nothing had happened. Lin Feng gave an inward nod to himself, this woman truly did deserve the title of a boss.
"It’s like this, I have a mission, the difficulty is high, but I can’t find any team members who meet the standards, so I can only hope for your help this one time," Han Surou looked steadily at Lin Feng.
"You can’t find teammates?" Lin Feng didn’t believe it at all. With her looks, was there a lack of men offering their eager service? Assembling some teammates should not be a problem at all.
Han Surou let out a sigh, "To be honest, it’s all because of Yu Wen Tuo. I didn’t expect Yu Wen Tuo’s influence to be so great. He once wanted to recruit me as his subordinate, but I refused. He immediately put pressure on me, and many of those close to me distanced themselves. Our organization, which originally had over thirty people, now has less than ten core members remaining."
Lin Feng was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, not expecting the other party to have such a secret. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
"So, you thought of coming to find me? But why do you think that I would agree to help you?" Lin Feng said with a teasing smile.
