Lu Xuan felt a wave of physiological discomfort at Zhao Qin's greasy outstretched hand and his self-important 'bro' address.
His eyebrow twitched, his gaze instantly turned cold, and his tone was devoid of any warmth.
He directly slapped away Zhao Qin's hand, which was covered in chicken oil. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable chill: "Who the hell are you calling 'brother'?"
The smile on Zhao Qin's face instantly froze, as if he had been slapped in public. His feigned enthusiasm immediately solidified.
He was stunned for a moment, then a surge of anger shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, turning his face beet red, like a cooked crab.
"Damn it! Lu Xuan, are you rejecting my kindness?"
He felt greatly insulted. Having been accustomed to throwing his weight around in the dorms, he had never been subjected to such treatment.
Anger rising from his heart, malice growing in his guts, he grabbed a half-eaten chicken leg and, without thinking, hurled it at Lu Xuan's face!
The chicken leg, glistening with oil, whistled through the air.
Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed. Without even blinking an eyelid, he shifted slightly, his right hand shooting out like lightning, effortlessly batting the greasy chicken leg to the ground.
Immediately after, he put force into his foot, delivering a swift and powerful kick, his movements clean and precise, without any hesitation, directly hitting Zhao Qin's slightly protruding belly!
"Ow—!" Zhao Qin let out a pig-like shriek, his entire body arching instantly like a cooked shrimp, his facial expression distorted beyond recognition, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly breaking out.
He felt his insides churning, as if his organs had shifted out of place. The intense pain left him speechless.
However, this was just the beginning.
Before Zhao Qin could react, Lu Xuan had already moved in, delivering another merciless kick, stepping on Zhao Qin's head and pressing his pain-distorted face firmly against the cold dorm floor.
"Pah—"
Lu Xuan looked down at Zhao Qin, who was like a dog with its tail between its legs, unceremoniously spitting on his face, his tone filled with extreme contempt and mockery: "Someone like you, do you even deserve to call me brother?"
He pressed down slightly with his foot, and Zhao Qin's cheek rubbed against the floor, making a grating sound.
"Call me Daddy!" Lu Xuan's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
Zhao Qin lay on the ground, grimacing in pain, his face covered in spit and dust, utterly disheveled. He wanted to struggle, to resist.
But Lu Xuan's foot was pressing him down like a mountain, making him unable to move.
Humiliation, anger, and a hint of unbelievable fear intertwined within him.
"Lu... Lu Xuan... are you out of your mind? I... damn it, I haven't offended you, have I?"
He shrieked, his voice distorted by pain and anger.
"Not offended?"
Lu Xuan's lips curled into a cold arc upon hearing this, his eyes terrifyingly deep. "Heh, you just don't know it!"
In his previous life, this grandson, relying on his family's small fortune, had not refrained from slandering him behind his back, and he was quite adept at kicking people when they were down.
Now that the tables had turned, it was time for him to experience being trampled underfoot.
Lu Xuan ignored Zhao Qin, who was still whimpering on the ground, and slowly turned his head, his gaze falling upon Chen Min, who had been trembling and pale as a sheet since before.
Chen Min was terrified by Lu Xuan's cold gaze, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. Seeing Zhao Qin's miserable state under Lu Xuan's foot, he was even more terrified, not daring to even breathe heavily.
"Get out." Lu Xuan's voice remained flat, yet it carried an irresistible pressure. "An eyesore."
"Yes... yes, yes! Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan, you're busy. I... I'll get out, I'll get out now!"
Chen Min, as if granted a great pardon, scrambled out of the dorm, as if evil spirits were chasing him. He just wanted to get as far away from this ominous person as possible. As for Zhao Qin's fate, what did it matter to him!
In the dorm, only Lu Xuan and Zhao Qin, who was groaning on the floor, remained.
Lu Xuan unhurriedly took out his phone and snapped a close-up photo of Zhao Qin's 'distinguished' face under his foot.
"Ding! Detecting new analyzable target character..."
"Scanning photo information..."
"Target character: Zhao Qin."
The system's cold prompt sounded in Lu Xuan's mind.
【Zhao Qin, male, 21 years old, a native of Yanjing, his family runs a small real estate company, a typical rich second generation, arrogant and overbearing, lustful and brainless.】
"Black material generating... please wait..."
"Black material generation complete!"
"Option one: Exchange for 3000 yuan."
"Option two: Exchange for 1 Black Material Exchange Coupon."
Lu Xuan looked at these two options and pondered for a moment.
Black material exchange coupons were very precious; using them on this Zhao Qin would be a waste.
Moreover, he was quite well-off now and didn't lack this amount of money.
"Choose 3000 yuan exchange," Lu Xuan silently recited in his mind.
"Black material exchanged successfully! Account balance deducted 3000 yuan."
"Black material details: Engaged in improper conduct with his stepmother of the same age."
"Specific description: Target character Zhao Qin, his father Zhao Qin Tian, a well-known real estate developer in Yanjing, is a womanizer and keeps several young and beautiful mistresses at home year-round. Zhao Qin has a unique fetish, specifically for his father's mistresses. Whenever Zhao Qin Tian takes a new concubine, Zhao Qin will try every means to secretly hook up with her behind his father's back and engage in illicit affairs. According to system statistics, to date, Zhao Qin has successfully defiled four of his father's concubines, all of whom are around his age, and two of whom are even a year or two younger than him."
Immediately after, a PPT file spanning over thirty pages appeared on Lu Xuan's phone screen.
It contained detailed, graphic chat screenshots, indecent intimate photos, and even several not-so-short, restricted videos that would be enough to give Zhao Qin Tian a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, all with accompanying text and images.
Every photo, every chat, clearly pointed to Zhao Qin's despicable and sordid actions.
Lu Xuan quickly scrolled through the black material, the curve of his lips growing wider and wider, his eyes filled with amusement.
"Tsk tsk, little brat, you've got some nerve, and your hobbies are quite unique, specifically targeting your old man's women, truly... filial to death."
He chuckled inwardly. This Zhao Qin was truly a talent.
Zhao Qin, under his foot, seemed to sense something. Enduring the pain, he struggled to lift his head, just in time to see a familiar, heart-stopping photo flash across Lu Xuan's phone screen. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, he still recognized it!
Zhao Qin's face instantly turned even paler than before, cold sweat pouring down, his voice trembling: "You... what the hell are you talking about? Lu Xuan! What... what is that on your phone?! You can't just say things like that! People will die!"
His eyes were filled with terror, his arrogant demeanor long gone.