32: Chapter 32 My Second Brother is Gone

Zhao Fan froze in place, extreme fear making his body tremble uncontrollably.

His mind was a chaotic mess right now; he couldn't figure out for the life of him how the takeout, which was perfectly fine when he arrived, could have been stolen in just this short amount of time.

Zhao Fan would never have guessed that just when he rushed into the alley to play the hero saving the damsel and focused all his attention on Zhou Xueyao, Qin Yi had already arranged for a bodyguard in the Innate Realm to hide in the shadows where ordinary people couldn't see. Taking advantage of the gap while he was fighting with the thugs, the bodyguard silently approached the motorcycle, opened the takeout box, and took the order. The speed of a Innate Realm expert was extremely fast, and the bodyguard's qinggong was swift and stealthy, leaving not a single trace.

By the time Zhao Fan reached the delivery location, he discovered that the takeout had long since vanished, but it was already too late.

Zhao Fan stared intensely at his phone screen. The delivery countdown numbers ticked down, each second hitting his heart like a heavy hammer. He was completely panicked now, even starting to search around the motorcycle. After finding nothing, he squatted on the ground to rummage through the bushes and even reached out to feel the motorcycle's storage compartment, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find a trace of the takeout.

After searching for a long time, sweat mixed with tears of despair slid down his cheeks. He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, and muttered: "It's gone... it's really gone... What do I do? I really don't want to endure the Takeout Tycoon System's punishment again..."

He just stood there frozen, only able to watch helplessly as the delivery time on his phone hit zero, waiting in despair for the system's judgment.

[Ding — —]

A cold system prompt suddenly rang in Zhao Fan's mind.

[Detected host delivery task failure count (2 / 5). Triggering random punishment mechanism... Punishment drawing... Drawing complete. Punishment method: Little Brother shortened by 10 centimeters.]

The cold text appeared clearly in Zhao Fan's field of vision. His pupils constricted, the color drained from his face, leaving it deathly pale. He stood there dazed, as if struck by lightning.

A few seconds later, he let out a heart-wrenching, desperate roar, his voice hoarse and shrill, filled with endless fear and unwillingness: "No! Don't! System, I beg you, I don't want this punishment, change it! Any other punishment is fine! I don't want this one!"

The system did not respond. He screamed frantically in his heart, wanting to resist, wanting to beg for mercy, but the system's power did not allow him to resist at all.

An invisible force instantly enveloped his lower body. There was no pain or other sensations as imagined, only a strange feeling of contraction, as if an invisible hand was forcefully squeezing and shortening the flesh and bones there. In just a few seconds, that strange contraction feeling completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

Zhao Fan's whole body stiffened. Subconsciously, he reached out with trembling hands to touch his lower body. The moment his fingertips made contact, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The size that used to be normal was now only a tiny, faint bulge, almost impossible to feel the outline of. This intense sense of loss caused him to instantly collapse.

"No!!" Zhao Fan's legs went weak, and he fell heavily onto the scorching concrete floor. His knees hurt from the impact, but he didn't care at all. With his hands supporting him on the ground, he roared at the sky, his voice full of despair, grief, and collapse. Tears poured out uncontrollably, mixing with sweat as they hit the ground.

If this scene were accompanied by the sorrowful melody of "Yi Jian Mei," it would truly be fitting, full of desolation and misery.

At this moment, several passersby at the entrance of the residential complex, unaware of the situation, saw Zhao Fan kneeling on the ground, shouting and acting like a madman. They stopped in their tracks, faces full of confusion and bewilderment, whispering to each other: "What's wrong with this person? He's just kneeling on the ground shouting; it looks pretty scary."

"I don't know. Did he get some kind of shock while delivering takeout? Young people nowadays are under too much pressure."

"He looks like a normal young man, why did he suddenly become like this? Hope he doesn't have mental issues."

The passersby's discussion pricked Zhao Fan's heart like needles, but he couldn't care about the eyes of others at this moment.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, oozing red blood. Endless grief and hatred surged in his heart, and he thought frantically: "It's over... my life is completely over! My dignity as a man is completely gone! I'm still a virgin, I haven't even dated, I haven't fully experienced life, is it all going to end just like this?!"

He gritted his teeth in hatred, his eyes bloodshot, cursing frantically in his heart: "Which goddamn bastard stole my takeout! Better not let me find out who you are, or I will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces, grind your bones to dust, and make you wish you were dead!"

Compared to the last time he suffered public humiliation by running naked, this punishment, while not making him look foolish in front of everyone, struck directly at his foundation as a man. From physical to psychological, it dealt him the most fatal and soul-crushing blow.

He didn't even dare to imagine how he would face life in the future. That tiny, faint bulge meant he would never be able to satisfy his physiological needs again.

He didn't know how long he had been kneeling on the ground, his legs were almost numb and losing sensation. The surrounding passersby had gradually dispersed. Only then did Zhao Fan slowly stand up, lost and dejected. His eyes were hollow, and he looked like his soul had been sucked out, no different from a walking corpse.

He now completely had no face to see anyone. According to the system rules, the punishment would only be lifted after completing the next delivery task. Before that, he could only endure living like this with that tiny bulge.

Fortunately, he had gone to the bathroom before running deliveries, so he didn't feel the need now. Otherwise, with it being so small, he wouldn't even be able to urinate.

Zhao Fan stumbled onto his motorcycle, started the engine, and twisted the throttle fast, fleeing Yuehuwan Residential Complex like he was escaping, speeding towards his home. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible and never see anyone again.

Meanwhile, in the study of the Qin Family Villa, Qin Yi sat upright at the desk, his fingertips gently tapping on the table. The Child of Destiny locator in his mind had already connected to the system, projecting the entire process of Zhao Fan receiving his punishment clearly into his mind.

From Zhao Fan's breakdown upon discovering the missing takeout, to his despair when the system punishment was triggered, to his kneeling and roaring with hatred, every detail and every trace of emotion was captured by him.

Qin Yi watched the disheveled, broken, and crying Zhao Fan in his mind, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. He muttered softly to himself, his tone carrying a bit of mockery: "I didn't expect this Takeout Tycoon System to be so good at choosing punishment methods. It's not just simple public humiliation; it specifically chooses the most soul-crushing means to punish. I will mourn for Zhao Fan for three seconds here."