Realm of the Night God

The door was suddenly kicked open, startling the two on the bed.

Before they could finish dressing, several figures appeared in their line of sight.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man, chubby. Behind him were a dozen burly men.

The sudden appearance of the chubby man made the woman panic. She grabbed the blanket to cover herself, frantically trying to explain.

"Honey! It's not what you think! Please let me explain!"

The chubby man, furious and mocking, looked at the two on the bed, trembling with anger.

"Explain? Lying naked in bed, and you still want to explain?" he sneered.

"We're just ordinary friends, just chatting here to get to know each other better. We didn't do anything else!" The woman defended herself forcefully.

Upon hearing this, the chubby man's smile turned sinister.

Seeing the disbelief in the chubby man's eyes, tears streamed down the woman's face, full of grievance.

"Why don't you believe me? Don't you love..."

"Smack!"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, the chubby man slapped her face, leaving her bewildered.

Meanwhile, the man had already put on shorts. He cursed as he jumped off the bed, cigarette dangling from his mouth, and began a torrent of abuse towards the chubby man.

"What the hell! This is my house! Do you even have any decency left?"

The man was arrogant, young, and inexperienced. Though he had been around in society, he had never faced real threats. Usually, it was just verbal sparring, trying to out-insult each other. In his eyes, confronting someone should be no different, just a scare tactic or, at most, a fight. Killing someone? Unthinkable.

So, he felt no fear, his attitude brash. He had already planned to intimidate the chubby man in various ways, to show him how ruthless he could be. In his mind, the chubby man must have more concerns than he did.

In this situation, as long as he didn't back down, victory would be his!

The man was still too young. Just as his arrogant words were about to come out, the chubby man delivered a resounding slap to his face.

Smack!

The cigarette he held flew away, and a burning pain spread across his face.

"Do you dare hit me! Do you even know who I am? Who on this street dares not to give me some face!"

The man, infuriated, retaliated, waving his feeble fists at the chubby man.

His fists never made it. A burly man behind the chubby man charged forward, delivering a swift kick to the man's abdomen.

The man, not particularly robust, despite his height, resembled a weak little chick compared to the burly man. The kick sent him flying.

The man's frail body crashed to the ground, emitting a pitiful cry, unable to get up for a long time.

A single kick nearly incapacitated him.

Having tasted bitterness, the man felt a bit apprehensive. However, he knew he couldn't back down at this moment. Showing weakness would only make him an easier target!

"What the hell! Do you think I..."

As the man struggled to stand, he was forcefully stepped on the back.

Bang!

Pressed against the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his back, making him grit his teeth.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't free himself from the foot.

On the bed, the woman was completely shocked. In their eleven years of marriage, she had never seen her husband's violent side. Seeing him now, with a terrifying smile born of anger, her body involuntarily trembled.

Her husband, who had never laid a hand on her, had just delivered a forceful slap.

Realizing the situation, she didn't dare to stay any longer. Grabbing a bathrobe from the side, she put it on like a madwoman, leaped off the bed, and desperately tried to leave. As for the man on the ground, controlled and helpless, she had no heart to care about his fate.

At this moment, her only thought was to escape quickly and then call the police to bring some peace to her heart.

However, as good as the idea was, the chubby man had no intention of letting her leave so easily. Just as she jumped off the bed, two big men rushed over and pinned her to the bed.

"Honey! You can't treat me like this! You can't! I'm your wife! We've been married for eleven years! How can you do this to me!"

The woman struggled desperately, her words incoherent, tears rolling down her face. To make the chubby man spare her, she even brought up the fact that they had been married for eleven years.

However, mentioning this only fueled the fire in the chubby man's heart.

"What the hell! Fatso! Let go of me! Otherwise, with just one call, I can have dozens of my brothers here to cut you to pieces!"

The chubby man's mood was already quite terrible. Hearing the man's threatening words, he approached with a smile on his face, then slowly crouched down beside the man.

The man thought his threat had worked to some extent, but to his surprise, the chubby man's smile suddenly became even more sinister. He then grabbed the man's hair and forcefully slammed his head onto the floor!

Bang!

The sound of the head hitting the floor echoed, and in an instant, the man felt a buzzing sensation in his head.

But it didn't end there. The chubby man, with a crazy grin on his face, continued to grab the man's hair and repeatedly smashed his head against the ground!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The man's forehead was already broken, blood flowing everywhere. However, the chubby man didn't stop; he kept going!

The woman, controlled and helpless, witnessed this scene and burst into tears. She wasn't crying for the man; she was terrified that she might face a similar fate!

Regret filled the woman's heart at this moment. If she had known her husband would become so insane, even with a hundred times more courage, she wouldn't have dared to act recklessly outside.

In her impression, her husband was just a businessman who could make money and take losses. He never resorted to violence to solve problems, no matter how significant. Today was an exception.

At this moment, the chubby man felt both unfamiliar and frightening to the woman!

The fear in her heart made her cry out in heart-wrenching sobs. She hoped to gain the chubby man's sympathy and forgiveness through this method, but the chubby man didn't even glance at her.

Who knew how many times the man had been struck; he was barely conscious, his face covered in blood, looking extremely miserable.

"Let him go."

The chubby man ordered the burly man who had restrained the man to release him. Then, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to the man, still grinning.

"Here's a chance for you to make a call. Get all your so-called brothers here, and let's see if I can take care of them all at once today."

The man, now lacking the strength to make a call, wouldn't even touch the mobile phone even if he could. He knew his so-called brothers were only good for eating, drinking, and having fun. When it came to real danger, they would run faster than anyone, and there was no way they'd risk their lives for him.

"If you dare, kill me! Do you have the guts?" The man grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth.

Though filled with fear, he didn't plead for mercy because he believed that begging would only lead to a worse outcome.

What surprised him, however, was that the chubby man wasn't buying into his act.

"Fine, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish. But killing you with a single stroke would be too easy. I'll take something from you first."

The chubby man grinned and looked at the burly man beside him, saying, "Cut off that thing below him for me. Remember, I want it cut clean, not just the head."