Chapter Thirty: He Is Nothing Short of a Demon!

Chapter Thirty: He Is a Devil!

Scarlet liquid streamed down his face, soaking the expensive Dior shirt and Armani suit jacket. The pungent aroma of wine filled the air; only now did the fully fermented Lafite reveal its true qualities, matching its price.

After Lin Huiyin splashed the wine on his face, Liu Weidong didn’t get angry. Like a petty thug, he stuck out his tongue to lick the wine stains at the corner of his mouth, praising, “Miss Huiyin’s wine tastes especially fragrant.”

“Huiyin. Let’s go,” Bai Su said, pushing her chair aside and rising to her feet. Words were wasted on him. Since there was nothing worth saying to this shameless scoundrel, it was best to cut ties and leave.

“Hey, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” Liu Weidong grabbed Lin Huiyin’s wrist. “What’s wrong? Angry? Did I say anything untrue? Stars are nothing more than women who open their legs for sale, aren’t they? I’ve played with at least seven or eight, if not ten. On the surface, they pretend to be pure and noble, but when I offer enough money, they turn into sluts in bed. Lin Huiyin, how are you any different from them?”

“Let go.” Lin Huiyin didn’t answer his question. That was her nature—she refused to speak to those she despised, for it was the most intolerable thing to her.

“I won’t let go. What can you do to me?” Liu Weidong said with a grin. “Hit me? Call the police? Imagine the headlines: ‘Butterfly Group member Lin Huiyin hooks up with a rich playboy’—wouldn’t that be sensational? Maybe they’ll think we’re having a foursome? Oh, a five-way would be even better. Manager Bai’s quite the sultry woman—just my type.”

Bang bang—

Someone gently tapped Liu Weidong’s shoulder from behind.

He turned, smiling. “What’s the matter, Miss Tang Xin? Can't wait any longer? If you don’t mind the place being a bit shabby, how about we play a friendly match right here?”

Women are fickle, men are masters at hiding their nature. The refined gentleman from moments ago had transformed into a repulsive lecher in the blink of an eye.

Smack!

Tang Zhong slapped his still-smirking face. The pair of glasses on his nose worth tens of thousands of dollars flew off, and a crisp handprint bloomed on his chubby, pale cheek.

“You bitch. How dare you hit me?” Liu Weidong looked incredulous, his eyes fixed fiercely on Tang Zhong.

Then he finally remembered to fight back.

He raised his fist, aiming a punch at Tang Zhong’s eye.

Crack—

His fist landed in Tang Zhong’s palm.

“You slut—” he cursed.

He thought, when it comes to strength, who’s afraid of whom? I’m a man over six feet tall, how could I not overpower this little tramp?

So he strained.

And strained harder.

His face flushed purple. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He clenched his teeth, his jaw trembling.

But no matter how hard he tried, his fist remained tightly held by the ‘Tang Xin’ before him.

“How does this woman have such strength?” He nearly forgot the humiliation of being slapped, his mind occupied by this question. “She must have practiced martial arts—”

Tang Zhong was repeatedly cursed as a ‘slut’ by Liu Weidong, infuriated to the point of near madness. He was a man, after all, how could he be a slut?

But he thought, if he hadn’t come in his sister’s place, it would have been Tang Xin subjected to this man’s abuse and insults—

That made him even angrier.

He couldn’t speak—his voice would give him away.

So, he resorted to action.

Bang—

He punched Liu Weidong’s left eye. It swelled red and purple, water streaming from it.

Bang—

He landed another punch on the right eye. It quickly matched the left, swollen and nearly blind.

Bang—

A punch to his face.

Bang—

Another punch to his face.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Tang Zhong held Liu Weidong’s attacking fist with one hand, while the other formed a tight fist, raining blows down as if strength were free and there was a prize for quantity.

He usually preferred using his palm, but since the other had started with fists, he upgraded the treatment.

“You bitch, how dare you hit me—I’ll make sure you suffer—I’ll have you trampled by thousands—”

“Do you know who I am? My father’s coming back soon—he’ll void your contract—you’ll go to prison—”

“Tang Xin—let me go—I was wrong—Tang Xin—”

———

At first, Liu Weidong’s mouth was tough, spewing every kind of filth. He didn’t seem like someone who’d studied abroad in America, but rather a street punk.

Later, he realized that every insult earned him a heavier punch. His eyes were blinded, his face numb and swollen, his speech slurred; it dawned on him—this woman intended to finish him off.

Not only do real men avoid immediate loss, but even lechers do.

So Liu Weidong began begging for mercy.

“Tang Zhong—” Bai Su, desperate, blurted out Tang Zhong’s name. Only after did she realize her mistake. She nervously glanced at Liu Weidong, but he was too busy screaming in pain to notice such trivial details.

She relaxed.

Pulling Tang Zhong’s hand, she cried, “Stop! You can’t keep hitting him—he could die!”

She was truly at her wits’ end.

For the first time, she doubted the wisdom of the ‘stand-in’ plan she’d devised with Tang Xin—

He’d only attended two events since arriving—not even two, really; tonight’s banquet was a continuation of the previous one.

Yet, in this short time, he’d kicked a fan who groped him and broken two ribs. Now, he’d beaten the son of their business partner, the MIFU Group’s CEO, to a state where you couldn’t even recognize Liu Weidong as human.

This wasn’t an entertainment king—he was the king of violence in the entertainment world.

How to handle this? How to end it?

Before, Bai Su always believed in her own abilities—there was no problem she couldn't solve.

But this time, she truly felt helpless.

Make peace? After beating someone like this, would Liu Mingwei agree?

Call the police? If things escalated, Butterfly Group’s reputation would be ruined.

Worst of all, Tang Zhong seemed not to hear her pleas.

Bang bang bang—

Punch after punch.

His eyes were fierce, almost crazed, as he pounded Liu Weidong’s head.

“Tang Zhong—Tang Zhong—” Bai Su, fearing he would beat the man to death, rushed over, clutching Tang Zhong’s arm and yelling, “Stop! Stop now! You’ll kill him—you’ll go to prison—”

Only then did Tang Zhong calm down, releasing Liu Weidong’s arm.

Liu Weidong’s body slid limply from the chair, sprawled straight on the floor.

“Is he dead?” Bai Su exclaimed, crouching to feel for Liu Weidong’s heartbeat.

The heart still beat. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Her legs went weak, and, forgetting all decorum, she slumped onto the room’s floor.

Zhang Hepburn was completely stunned, staring dumbly at Tang Zhong, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Lin Huiyin gazed at Tang Zhong in bewilderment, as if reassessing this man.

“He’s not dead,” Tang Zhong said. “I held back.”

When Liu Mingwei went out to toast, he took the company’s marketing manager and executive director along. Apart from Bai Su and Butterfly Group’s three members, only Liu Weidong remained. Also, in such a high-class hotel, staff wouldn’t enter without a summons.

So Tang Zhong could finally speak.

“Did you really hold back?” Bai Su pointed at Liu Weidong, lying motionless. If the situation weren’t so bizarre, she might have laughed at Tang Zhong’s words. “If you hadn’t, would you have beaten him to death?”

“No,” Tang Zhong shook his head. “Killing is illegal.”

Bai Su grew angry. “And assault isn’t? You’ve beaten him like this—”

Seeing Tang Zhong’s calm expression, Bai Su’s heart softened. “What do you think we should do?”

“We should let Chairman Liu decide,” Tang Zhong said.

“What if he calls the police?”

“He won’t,” Tang Zhong replied. “We’ll insist that his son tried to assault Huiyin—for his son’s reputation and the company’s image, he won’t involve the police.”

“I hope you’re right,” Bai Su sighed. “Help me up.”

Tang Zhong reached out and pulled Bai Su to her feet.

“Remember—” Tang Zhong turned to Lin Huiyin. “Insist he tried to molest you—if you don’t mind the filth, use his hand to grab your clothes a few times. Then, even if they call the police, the evidence will be against them.”

———

They looked at Tang Zhong as if he were a devil.