Chapter 87: I am not protecting him. You are about to kill him
So instead she doubled down and looked at Wei Ranshu as if daring him to say one more stupid thing.
He did.
Of course he did.
Because Wei Ranshu was who he was.
He opened his mouth again, but Lin Huahua had completely run out of patience. She did not even listen to the start of whatever peacock nonsense was about to come next. She only moved, angry and fast, and lifted the fish again as if she was about to continue where she left off.
That was enough for Feng Yiren.
Before Lin Huahua could do anything, the fox beastman took one step forward, his lean muscular bare chest rising fast with hot anger, and then his fist moved.
Fast.
Too fast for most of the people watching to even see properly.
One punch.
That was all.
But the force of it made Feng Yiren’s lean bare chest flex hard, sweat already glistening on his smooth skin from the heat of his rage, his red fox tail lashing once behind him as the memory of Lin Huahua’s bold mating promise earlier sent a fresh wave of possessive heat straight to his cock, making it twitch under his hide skirt while he imagined claiming her tonight to prove she was his.
His punch landed with so much force against Wei Ranshu’s face that the peacock’s head snapped hard to the side, blood flew from his mouth, and one broken tooth fell out onto the dirt.
The entire crowd sucked in a breath.
Lin Huahua stared in shock, her big brown eyes wide and her fluffy white rat tail curling tight between her legs, because watching Feng Yiren’s powerful bare body move like that — all flexing muscle and raw strength — made a strange warm tingle bloom low in her belly, her little white rat ears twitching as she remembered she had just promised to mate with him tonight, and the thought suddenly felt a lot hotter than she had expected.
That one punch had done more damage than all her effort and fish slaps combined.
And in that second she truly understood again just how frighteningly strong these beastmen were. Feng Yiren had not even looked strained. He had simply punched, and the result was enough to make any ordinary person cry.
Even Lin Huahua herself felt a small cold wave run up her spine as she looked at him.
Wei Ranshu sagged on his knees, half dazed.
Su Yanrong looked horrified now.
Tu Xiaotao’s face said wow.
Lang Yinzhi’s face said he deserved it.
Mao Qingyue looked completely calm, which somehow made everything worse.
Feng Yiren shook his hand once and looked down at Wei Ranshu with no pity at all.
Then, because old rage had been living in him for too long, he clearly intended to hit him again.
Lin Huahua saw that and finally snapped out of her shock.
She rushed forward at once and threw herself in between before the next blow could land.
"No!"
Feng Yiren stopped.
His red eyes fell on her face immediately. "Are you protecting him?"
The question came out sharp, and because old wounds were mixed into it, Mu Qingyi and Hu Baiyu also looked at her in that same second.
Lin Huahua frowned at once and said, "I am not protecting him. You are about to kill him."
Feng Yiren’s jaw tightened. "I will not kill him."
To be fair, he probably believed that.
But the problem was that Mu Qingyi and Hu Baiyu had also stepped forward now, and although neither of them had spoken yet, the look in their eyes made it very clear that they had not forgotten anything either.
Wei Ranshu had humiliated them for years through Lin Huahua’s obsession.
He had enjoyed it.
He had encouraged it.
He had watched them suffer and said nothing.
So when Feng Yiren had landed that punch, it was not only his own anger he was striking with. It was years of buried resentment all coming up at once.
And now that the path had been opened, the other two were no better.
Hu Baiyu moved first.
The lion beastman did not punch wildly or lose control. That was not his way. But he stepped forward and drove one hard blow into Wei Ranshu’s stomach that folded the peacock in half and sent all breath flying out of him in a miserable broken sound.
Mu Qingyi followed right after.
The deer beastman had always been gentle, but gentleness did not mean weakness. His face stayed calm, yet the force of his strike when he hit Wei Ranshu across the jaw again made it clear that he had been waiting for a chance like this for a very long time.
By the end of it, Wei Ranshu was no longer proud.
No longer smug.
He looked half dead already.
Lin Huahua saw that and panicked for real this time, her cheeks burning hot as she rushed forward, because watching her three huge muscular males lose control like this — all bare chests and flexing power and raw possessive anger because of her — made her feel small and protected and strangely tingly between her thighs, her fluffy white rat tail thrashing nervously while she pressed her small hands against their warm bare skin to stop them She had wanted revenge. She had wanted punishment.
She had not meant for him to die in front of everyone and become a village memory told around fires.
So she stepped back again and raised both hands. "Enough! Enough!"
Her males stopped.
Not because their anger had gone.
Only because she told them to.
That alone made the villagers even more aware of how much had changed.
Wei Ranshu barely remained upright on his knees.
Blood marked the side of his mouth. One cheek had already begun swelling, and the broken tooth on the ground made the whole thing look even more miserable.
Then Lin Huahua slowly turned to Su Yanrong.
The vulture woman’s face had gone pale.
Her males saw that look and immediately dropped to their knees without even thinking, because this had already gone too far, and if the princess turned her attention to Su Yanrong now, then what could stop whatever came next?
So all of Su Yanrong’s males knelt and bowed their heads low, their voices full of fear as they started begging at once.
"Princess, please."
"She is only a female."
"Please let her go."
"Please show mercy."