Chapter 122 - 119: A Dance to the iKun Tune

Chapter 122: Chapter 119: A Dance to the iKun Tune

SMACK!

A crisp slap echoed through the area.

But Mengde swore he genuinely didn’t want to touch this disgusting sissy!

But this son of a bitch was just asking for a beating!

He’d never seen anyone so punchable in his life!

Even before the apocalypse, he couldn’t stand this guy.

It wasn’t that he’d done anything particularly stupid.

He just had a punchable face!

And his voice was so damn annoying, effeminate as hell!

Before the apocalypse, I would’ve just put up with you.

But this is the fucking apocalypse now.

And you’re still putting on this high-and-mighty, upper-class act!

Spouting nonsense about ’bottom-feeding trash’ with every other word.

You motherfucking piece of shit!

"What? You think we common folk aren’t fucking human?"

"You think we common folk weren’t fucking raised by parents?"

"You think we common folk deserve to be fucking insulted by you?"

"What a piece of work!"

"Hanging out with thugs, chasing tail, screwing random women, fucking your own sister-in-law... is there any fucked-up thing you ’upper-class’ people *won’t* do?"

"And you still have the fucking nerve to talk about ’upper-class’ and ’bottom-feeding trash’? I’ll chop your dick off!"

"Motherfucker!"

Mengde punctuated each sentence with a slap.

This barrage of mother-fucking insults left Leng Feng and the others completely stunned.

’Holy shit... Boss is incredible!’

’The Boss is mighty!’

’With a silver tongue like that, what couldn’t he do? Why the hell did he have to be a delivery guy?!’

Mengde had chatted quite a bit with his subordinates these past few days. After all, they were his loyal followers to the death.

A little casual conversation didn’t matter.

In fact, learning that he had been a deliveryman before the apocalypse made Leng Feng and the others admire Mengde even more.

A bottom-rung corporate slave before the apocalypse, who transformed into a powerful boss after it began!

Wasn’t this a real-life comeback story, the perfect drama of "thirty years the river flows east, thirty years it flows west; do not bully a young man for being poor"!

Of course, Mengde himself would have sneered at the comparison.

’I’m not Xiao Huohuo!’

’But I can be the Real Estate Chickenpox!!!!’

Meanwhile, Zhang Dada, who had been so high and mighty just moments ago...

...was in a miserable state!

After a few slaps from Mengde, his front teeth had been knocked right out.

Blood was just pouring out!

He was now kneeling on the ground, clutching his mouth, and pointing a delicate, effeminate finger at Mengde in disbelief.

"Y-you... you bottom-feeding trash, how dare you hit *me*."

"I’m Zhang Dada, you know! Believe it or not, I’m going to file a complaint against you..."

Hearing this, Mengde became genuinely furious.

"Motherfucker, you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?"

"Leng Feng! Tiezhu! Get him!"

"Beat this fucker until he can’t fucking talk anymore!"

Leng Feng and the others had long been fed up with this so-called famous show host.

Now, upon hearing Mengde’s command, they were instantly ecstatic.

"You got it, Boss!"

Lei Qiang let out a savage grin and was the first to pounce.

He started kicking Zhang Dada’s punchable face with his size 14 boots.

"Damn it! What a piece of shit!"

"Going on and on about being ’upper-class,’ makes you feel fucking superior, does it?!"

"PTOOEY!"

A thick gob of yellow phlegm landed right on Zhang Dada’s face.

Leng Feng and Tiezhu immediately followed suit.

Tiezhu, in particular, was muttering something as he kicked.

"Er Gouzi, how did you turn into this?!"

"I don’t even recognize you anymore!"

Zhang Dada was already wailing loud enough to move heaven and earth under the fierce kicks from Leng Feng and Lei Qiang.

He was crying out in agony and had already started begging for mercy.

Now, hearing the words of this simpleton, Tiezhu, he was so angry he nearly passed out.

"I’m not Er Gouzi!"

"Heh! Still talking back, are we?"

Mengde raised an eyebrow and waved over his other subordinates who were watching from the side.

"All of you, get in there! Beat this son of a bitch half to death for me!"

And when they heard they could join in on the fun...

...the crowd of onlookers immediately rushed over, howling with excitement.

They shouted as they laid into him.

"The Boss is awesome!!!"

Uh...

’Wait, are you guys always this good with words?!’

Mengde felt a little offended...

Still, he could understand them.

His subordinates were, by and large, all from the lowest rungs of society before the apocalypse.

Before the apocalypse, if they were cursed at, they just took it. They had to make a living!

Their lives were indeed not as good as those of the upper class.

But this was the apocalypse!

Your fucking life is even worse than ours now!

If I hadn’t rescued your sorry ass, would you even have the chance to speak to me?

Now, not only are you not grateful for being saved, you dare to curse us!

The more Mengde’s men thought about it, the angrier they got!

Their blows grew more and more vicious!

It looked like Zhang Dada was about to be kicked to death.

A man in overalls, wearing heavy makeup and looking very much like a delicate woman, ran over.

"Stop! You have to stop!"

"Dada is so pitiful!"

Mengde took a look.

’Well, if it isn’t Kunkun!’

’Haven’t seen him in a few days. How has he gotten even less manly?!’

But he had to give Kunkun some face.

So, at Mengde’s signal, Lei Qiang and the others stopped.

One look was all it took for Mengde to exclaim, ’Holy hell!’

Zhang Dada was filthy from being kicked, his body covered in bloody marks.

His nose and mouth were fucking crooked, and blood was pouring out like it was free.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that some "lucky" fellow must have stepped in dog shit...

...because Zhang Dada was now starting to emit a certain indescribable "fragrant aroma."

It was simply "overpoweringly aromatic"!

See, the man in overalls had originally intended to help Zhang Dada up.

But upon seeing—and smelling—the state Zhang Dada was in, he immediately wrinkled his nose in disgust and was forced to take a few steps back.

Seeing this, Leng Feng subconsciously commented,

"Boss, isn’t that Cai Kunkun?"

"You know him?"

Mengde was a little surprised that Leng Feng recognized him.

After all, this guy was just a bodyguard!

How could he possibly be a fan of celebrities?

All that ’iKun’ stuff—that’s what the young people are into these days.

Most grown, able-bodied men probably wouldn’t like this kind of effeminate guy.

If they saw someone in their family who was neither masculine nor feminine, they’d probably curse it as a disgrace to the family name!

Leng Feng nodded and said with a completely serious expression,

"I’m quite fond of listening to music."

"Besides that, I also enjoy... studying."

"You know, stuff like ’Penthouse,’ ’Hustler,’ ’OnlyFans’... I’m a VIP member, alright."

!!!

Holy hell!

Mengde hadn’t expected that *this* was the kind of "studying" the guy was talking about!

Fortunately, Mengde already knew about his War General’s peculiar tastes—a quiet, deep-seated lecherousness...

Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense why he was exclusively into flashy, mature women.

Since Leng Feng had whispered that last part to Mengde, Cai Kunkun, the man in overalls, didn’t hear it clearly.

But he had heard Leng Feng’s first sentence, which was spoken quite loudly.

Cai Kunkun had heard it loud and clear.

He gave a very "handsome" hair flip, a confident smile spreading across his ghost-white, heavily made-up face.

"You are correct!"

"I am the famous idol trainee who’s been at it for two and a half years and likes to sing, dance, rap, and play basketball—Cai Kunkun!!!"

Cai Kunkun’s fame was actually quite considerable.

Mengde’s men had all seen plenty of meme videos of this guy on TikTok.

So, every one of them wore a shocked expression.

Seeing their reactions,

Cai Kunkun was very pleased.

’See? I, Cai Kunkun, am captivating to both men and women!’

"This person you were beating is my friend."

"I hope you can give me some face and let him go."

"In return, how about I give you my autograph?"

Cai Kunkun was very confident about his autograph.

It was something money couldn’t buy!

Before the apocalypse, you couldn’t even get one for a thousand dollars!

But upon hearing this, Mengde just shook his head.

"It’s not impossible to let him go!"

"However... you have to dance to the iKun anthem..."

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