153: Good grief, he's become the villain.

Shame and anger, two completely different emotions, intertwined in his heart.

Cole could only lower his head in pain, acting as if what was happening before his eyes didn't need to be dealt with if he just didn't look at it.

As the lowest level, weakest succubi, what else could they do besides selling their looks to suck out essence???

[Who could have thought that after waking up from a nap, the world would have changed. Now the whole world is the Underworld Empress's territory...]

Lacking sufficient magic power—they faced being hunted down by the Ghost Messengers once exposed.

Yet he didn't want to keep watching his fellow succubi being abused.

So, besides lowering their heads, what else could they do?

"Pah!" The white man spat a mouthful of saliva onto the ground in extreme displeasure, cursing with a face full of disdain: "To think you're selling yourself and yet acting so pretentious, you really have no professional standards at all!" His words were filled with contempt and scorn.

A faint voice rang out: "No... you're not... allowed to... insult my technique like that..." The voice wasn't loud, one could even say it was extremely, extremely small.

But at this moment, the surrounding succubi, who had been as quiet as cicadas in winter, too afraid to speak, all looked up in shock toward the direction of the voice.

Everyone looked closely and found that the tiny body, which had just been kicked several meters away by the white man, had somehow managed to stand up unsteadily.

This Little Femboy looked very petite, estimated to be less than 1.6 meters tall.

Because his abdomen was in severe pain, he could only clutch his stomach tightly, his waist curled up in agony.

The whole person appeared even more small and pitiful.

Despite the immense pain his body was enduring, he gritted his teeth and said in a trembling but determined voice: "You can insult me, but you absolutely cannot insult my professionalism..."

Before he could finish, the white man rushed forward in a fit of rage and sent him flying with another kick, slamming him back onto the ground.

Following that was a series of violent kicks like a torrential storm, each one heavy and ruthless.

After a few kicks, the Little Femboy was already covered in wounds, his body bruised and battered.

Traces of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, mixing with a white liquid to form a shocking bloody foam.

But those eyes still looked at the man unyieldingly, which made the man feel even more annoyed.

"Every single one of you is really something! You're already selling your bodies, yet you're here acting like some pure and innocent white lotus!"

"It's simply hypocritical to the extreme!"

"Is the price I gave not enough? I paid every cent in full!" As he spoke, he pulled a stack of bills from his pocket and threw them forcefully at the Little Femboy's face.

"Damn it, you're making me sick!"

"Taking the money and not knowing how to be grateful, you really don't know what's good for you..." The white man got more and more worked up, the words coming out of his mouth becoming increasingly foul.

"Dammit, you're just a piece of filth..."

The Little Femboy's consciousness, which had been somewhat clear, began to gradually blur, and it looked as if it would completely dissipate at any moment.

Suddenly, a clear female voice reached his ears.

"As for whether he's 'filthy' or not, I'm really not sure about that," Ling Qi said slowly, her tone calm and without a single ripple.

"But, sir, the fact that you're using counterfeit money to solicit a prostitute is truly an eye-opener!"

As Ling Qi happened to pass by the bar entrance, she caught sight of the white man kicking the Little Femboy with great force.

Naturally, she also heard all of his previous crude and nasty insults.

At that moment, Ling Qi couldn't help but laugh out of anger.

[Heh, good heavens, I've really witnessed a rare and bizarre species today.]

[To think there's actually a john who not only uses fake bills but also has the nerve to complain about poor service and bad technique...]

[How can there be such a brazenly shameless person in this world?]

"Please move aside!" Ling Qi unceremoniously pushed through the gathered succubi, as if they were nothing more than obstructive obstacles.

Her hands moved like a gale, forcibly carving out a narrow path through the crowd.

"Huh?"

The white man looked up, his face full of arrogance and disdain. With his nose in the air, he squinted at Ling Qi and said, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Hmph, don't you know that for us gang members around here, using counterfeit money is perfectly natural!" The white man glared at Ling Qi, his expression revealing a hint of threat.

"If you know what's good for you, get the hell away from here! Don't get in my way!" he roared, while waving his hand to signal Ling Qi to leave quickly.

Ling Qi acted as if she hadn't heard him, completely ignoring the overbearing man.

Her gaze pierced straight through the crowd, locking onto the Little Femboy lying on the ground with a weak breath.

In her view, dealing with this freak could wait, but if she didn't help this Little Femboy now, his life might truly be at risk.

One must know that regarding creatures like succubi—ever since Ling Qi had spent a long time "in bed" with Shang Wan Ning.

She had gradually picked up Shang Wan Ning's habit of discovering the value of resources.

To them, every Succubus was like a precious strategic resource, especially when the Ghost Soldiers would be conquering various planes in the future; they were indispensable.

Because a Succubus is hermaphroditic and can satisfy the spiritual needs of many Ghost Soldiers, their importance goes without saying.

Seeing Ling Qi ignore his warning, the anger that had just subsided in the man's heart instantly flared up again.

He felt his authority had been greatly provoked, so he stepped forward without hesitation and rushed toward Ling Qi aggressively.

"You motherfucker, I'm talking to you! Acting deaf, are you?!" The man said as he reached out, wanting to stop Ling Qi.

In the very next instant, the man suddenly sensed a powerful gust of wind at his neck.

It swept past quickly, like a sharp blade—

A dull sound—"Thud!"

The man's head fell off without warning, slamming heavily onto the ground with a crisp thud.

At the same time, a pungent and foul stench filled the air.

"Tsk! Such a filthy and foul soul..."

A second ago, he was an arrogant and condescending man.

Just one short second later, he was like a fragile doll, his head snapped right off.

This sudden turn of events left all the succubi present instantly stunned.

Their eyes widened as they stared blankly at the unfamiliar woman slowly walking toward the Little Femboy's side.

(Author's note: I'm not a pervert!!!)