Chapter 85: A Grand Package of Misfortune, Just for You

"You country bumpkin, who are you calling a monkey? Are you looking for trouble?"

Wan Sifan was just about to get in his car and leave when he suddenly heard Chen Yufeng say that. Instantly furious, he ran back, strode onto the stage, and aimed a kick straight at this clueless bumpkin.

"What are you doing? We're all civilized people here. Keep your hands and feet to yourself, it's disgraceful," Chen Yufeng quickly dodged the kick. At the same time, he spent two points in the Divine Disk Mall to redeem a bad luck skill, targeting Wan Sifan.

Dealing with trash like you, there's no need for physical force. I'll embarrass you so badly you'll never recover.

Ah—

Wan Sifan’s foot hadn’t landed on Chen Yufeng when his step suddenly slipped. With a swift movement, he crashed to the ground, arms and legs flailing, his rear aching so much he howled in pain.

"Oh my god, is this rich kid here to make us laugh? Ha ha..."

Seeing Wan Sifan make a fool of himself, the crowd below burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? If anyone dares laugh, I’ll have them dealt with," Wan Sifan shouted furiously at the crowd as he climbed to his feet. He lunged at Chen Yufeng with another kick, but, tragically, he missed again.

His step slipped once more, and he crashed to the ground in the same turtle-like pose.

With a thud, his rear suffered a second blow.

"Damn, is he trying to be this funny? Is Young Master Wan here to entertain us today?"

"Haha, I’m dying of laughter. He really looks like a monkey performing tricks."

The bystanders could barely contain themselves, laughing so hard they nearly spilled their snacks. Two consecutive turtle-like falls—how could anyone not laugh?

"What are you laughing at? You're just jealous because our campus heartthrob is so handsome. Even his fall is dashing!"

"That's right! Prince Sifan, your pose was so cool! We love you..."

"If anyone laughs at Young Master Wan, I'll deal with them!"

A dozen cheerleaders, seeing Wan Sifan made a fool of and hearing people laugh at him, immediately launched a fierce verbal battle to defend their Prince Sifan.

A dozen boys, eager to impress Wan Sifan and the girls, nearly came to blows with the crowd.

The scene quickly became chaotic...

"Damn it, what’s happening?"

Standing center stage, Wan Sifan had fallen twice in front of so many people, utterly humiliated. His mind boiled with anger, unable to understand why this was happening.

He blamed Chen Yufeng, the country bumpkin, for all his misfortune.

If it weren’t for trying to beat you up, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself. Just wait and see if I don’t beat you to a pulp.

Wan Sifan got up from the ground, but instead of impulsively attacking again, he pointed at Chen Yufeng and threatened, "Country bumpkin, you know who I am and what I can do, right? You’d better stand still and let me slap you a few times, and we’ll call it even."

"Otherwise, I’ll have you crippled. Believe me?"

"No, please, Young Master Wan, I know how powerful you are. You’re unstoppable, no one dares cross you. Killing a powerless nobody like me is as easy as squashing an ant."

"I’m terrified, really terrified. Since you want to hit me, go ahead. I wouldn’t dare fight back," Chen Yufeng feigned fear, standing still as if ready to be slapped.

"Good, you know your place," Wan Sifan was pleased. Clearly, his reputation was intimidating enough—this bumpkin knew better than to defy him. A few slaps would relieve his anger.

And it would show these idiots watching just how formidable he was.

So what if he’d just embarrassed himself? He could still brazenly beat and scold these losers, trampling their dignity.

At least it would help him regain some face.

Wan Sifan slowly walked toward Chen Yufeng, this time moving cautiously, afraid another slip would send him tumbling again.

"If I don't hit you with a real move, you’ll really think you're something, huh? I’ll send you a super bad luck package," thought Chen Yufeng. Of course, he wouldn’t just stand still and let himself be hit—that wasn’t his style.

Puff, puff—

Wan Sifan was only two or three steps away from Chen Yufeng, his palm ready to strike.

But then, tragedy struck.

His belt suddenly snapped with a loud pop.

Then his trousers burst open.

That wasn’t all—the worst part was his black CK underwear had torn a huge hole, exposing the most indescribable part of him.

But what he saw next was even more shocking.

Wan Sifan discovered that his most proud and robust "masculine part," his greatest pride, had shrunk dramatically. It looked no more than two centimeters long, reduced to a tiny stub...

Impossible!

How could my Hermès belt just snap?

How could my Versace pants just burst?

When did my CK underwear tear such a big hole?

How could my proud "condor" shrink into this tiny stub?

No, no, no, this can’t be happening!

At that moment, Wan Sifan felt a herd of wild horses stampeding through his mind. He hurriedly pulled up his pants to cover himself.

Though he reacted quickly, the crowd below had already seen the humiliating scene.

Looking at the two thousand-strong audience, everyone was doubled over with laughter:

"Oh my god, what did I just see? So big, so big—about one or two centimeters! Ha ha..."

"Really, that's huge, super huge! Young Master Wan, two-centimeter super stub, ha ha, I'm dying..."

"Is this rich kid doing a live show? But that stub, wow, it's breaking human limits. He’s disgraced all men—what’s the difference between him and a eunuch? Ha ha..."

"Young Master Wan, what's going on? Weren’t you always bragging about your 'condor'? How did it shrink into a stub?"

"Prince Sifan, don’t be self-conscious. Even though you're tiny down there, we still want to have your babies... Oh wait, you can’t, but that's okay—so cute!"

The crowd’s ridicule focused entirely on Wan Sifan’s tiny stub.

After all, among men, that's what matters most. You might be taller, more handsome, richer—so what?

You’re not more robust where it counts!

Even if you get all the girls, you’re still impotent. Can you enjoy it? Can you make them enjoy it?

Most of the boys watching were ordinary guys who usually felt inferior around Wan Sifan, with his supercar, girls, and wealth.

But now, after seeing his tiny stub, they finally found something to feel superior about.

Found their confidence as men.

Naturally, they wouldn’t miss the chance to mock and ridicule him, making a big deal out of it.

Several quick-thinking students had already captured the scene and posted it online, complete with attention-grabbing titles:

"Young Master Wan of Ninghai: Two-Centimeter Super Stub," "The Two-Centimeter Prince," "Exploring the Limits of Manhood—Campus Heartthrob Prince Sifan Reveals the Answer..."

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