I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 157 - 140. Open the park

Xia Feng was just about to take out the USB drive, but he felt somewhat uneasy. He imperceptibly glanced at Wei Shutong and suddenly placed his hand on Wei’s shoulder.

The middle-aged man with a back head hairstyle didn’t dodge, resignedly saying, "Rest assured, I am indeed Wei Shutong."

Xia Feng nodded. According to his Spiritual Artifact’s detection, this man was indeed Wei.

This was also a minor function of the Divine Mirror Platform. While duplicating the target’s original appearance, it could be used to determine whether the copied target was the person themselves.

"I indeed have the USB drive on me, but it’s a bit troublesome to get it out."

There was still some time before leaving the Garden. Xia Feng pulled Wei Shutong to a corner and whispered, "Do you have a small knife?"

Wei Shutong looked back to confirm no one was paying attention to them. Then, from the sleeve, he produced a dagger: "What do you need the knife for?"

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Xia Feng took it without hesitation and stabbed toward his chest just below the heart, digging out a blood-red miniature USB drive and handed it to Wei Shutong.

Xia Feng’s face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, yet he managed a smile, "Fresh, while it’s still warm."

"You kid... is a tough one," the middle-aged man said, raising his thumb.

"So, Wei, what is this USB for?"

"You don’t need to get involved in this. Better think about how you’re going to escape from this place," Wei Shutong wiped the bloodstains off the USB drive and carefully pocketed it.

Clearly, Wei Shutong’s intention in entering the Garden was to stir up trouble, perhaps a big one at that.

Xia Feng said helplessly, "Take it easy, old Wei. Don’t get half-dead again."

"Don’t worry, I crawled out of a pile of corpses. I’m a tough one to kill," the middle-aged man said casually before waving his hand and walking away, leaving only his carefree figure, "I’m off."

Xia Feng went to the restroom to clean and bandage the wound on his chest. Although there was a hole, his body was special; as long as his heart wasn’t injured, he would be alright.

Before long, as the clock’s hands pointed to 19:00,

The opening time for the Garden finally came!

Xia Feng followed the directions for a long time until he arrived at a white gold door.

He could feel it - he was getting closer and closer to the Holy Liquid.

"Click—" The tall door was pushed open by attendants, revealing the tranquil and serene view of the banquet inside.

The high-hanging branch-shaped chandelier cast a dim, yellowish light, barely illuminating the pure black robes of the guests.

Each person inside wore pure black robes, concealing their figures. Some wore black and white masks covering their entire face, while others wore animal masks covering the upper half of their faces.

They moved around the dim banquet hall, forming small groups and whispering to each other. They held fine wines, laughter and cheerful conversations filling the air.

Xia Feng was seated on an unoccupied sofa, as the staff informed him that he was a specially requested rare item. His treatment was different from the others; he could sit here and wait, and soon a big shot would come to see him. All he needed to do was to please the big wigs...

Xia Feng looked towards the center of the banquet hall, where there was a massive stone pillar with a radius of three meters and a height of ten meters.

Clinging to the pillar were bunches of Green Bone Glass, with hundreds twining their way upward, all the way to the very high glass ceiling.

Xia Feng sensed clearly that the Holy Liquid was inside these Green Bone Glass!

Now, all it took was to go over there, and it would be in his hands!

But...

He turned his head to look at the silver handcuffs on his wrist, connected to the railing in the corner. He gave them a tug, and the railing made a banging sound.

"Perhaps, I should try another method," Xia Feng mused, eyeing the locks on his wrists.

Just then, Xia Feng felt the light dim around him and, expressionless, looked up.

He saw eight young men with half-face masks closing in around him.

The leader was a golden-haired man with a pure gold half-face mask, squinting down at him with a smirk appearing after two seconds, "Xia Feng, interesting. To think I’d meet you here."

"So, who are you?" Xia Feng looked up.

"Heh~ Xia Feng, naturally you don’t recognize me, but I sure know you." The golden-haired man’s smile widened, "The fiancé of Mu Qingtong, the youngest genius of Weiyang Academy. I’ve been hearing a lot about your glorious deeds these past two months."

"Tch," the noble youth beside him sneered disdainfully, "A genius? What does it matter if he’s a genius? In the end, he’s still just our plaything."

"Lord Lucas, so this kid is Mu Qingtong’s fiancé, huh? Even though we didn’t catch Mu Qingtong, to torment Mu Qingtong’s fiancé... tsk tsk, not bad either."

The group of noble young masters discussed among themselves, and Xia Feng roughly understood their point, these rich young lords held no personal grudge against him, but seeing that he was a genius and Mu Qingtong’s husband made them feel annoyed inside.

Normally, this annoyance was insignificant, and they might even approach him on the street to befriend him, since behind Xia Feng stood Weiyang Academy and the Holy Department, securing his friendship was naturally better than making unwarranted enemies.

However, at a place like the Garden, they didn’t need to consider that much, this annoyance unbridledly spread into endless malice, and they openly confronted him.

Seeing that Xia Feng was silent, Lucas, with a golden half-mask, hooked up the corners of his mouth in playful amusement, "What’s the matter, genius, are you scared?"

"This golden-haired sir, do you know what a dog is?"

Xia Feng lifted his head, smiling, "I’m just sitting here quietly, but some stupid dogs like to come up right to my face and bark. And they even bring a bunch of little pups whose fur isn’t fully grown yet. What a headache."

"Are you fucking asking for death! You—!" A young man beside the golden-haired man immediately became enraged, stepping forward and grabbing Xia Feng’s collar.

Xia Feng grinned lightly, "What’s the matter, are you going to bite me?"

The young man’s face darkened, apparently thinking of something, he stepped back, and with a sneer said, "Hey, Lord Lucas, this guy’s skin is tender, and he looks pretty handsome too. Why not make him today’s appetizer?"

The seven pairs of eyes lit up, looking at Xia Feng with even more unsavory intentions.

"Indeed, this Xia guy must have been with Mu Qingtong. He might even still carry the scent of Mu Qingtong on him, he he~" a man wearing a dog head mask said.

Xia Feng’s brows furrowed, feeling again the disgust of this shithole, his urge to kill surged within. Perhaps, it was time to find an opportunity when everyone was present to wipe this place out.

"Wait, wait. We are civilized people here, let’s not coerce the genius like this," the golden-haired man said with a low laugh, stopping the others, then placed his dark leather shoes on the couch, curling his lips in a mockingly higher position,

"How about this, Xia Feng? I, your grandfather, will give you another choice. If you kneel down and lick my shoes clean now, I’ll let them spare you. How about it?"

His tone overflowed with unrestrained malice, and as his words fell, the few people around couldn’t help but let out strange, mocking laughter.

This was why they liked the Garden. Although noble in status, they were still subject to many rules in the outside world. But not here – here they could humiliate the nobility and geniuses they would not dare touch outside.

There was no need to worry about revenge, nor about being suddenly killed in the night.

Because those who were brought here, no matter their previous status, once they arrived, it meant they were no longer under any external protection and could be casually humiliated by anyone.

"How about it?" Lucas pointed to the leather shoes on the couch, looking down with disdain, "Kneel down, lick them."

Xia Feng lifted his unshackled right hand, hooked his finger, "Come here, bend down."

Lucas, taken aback, bent down in confusion, but as he did, a slap accompanied by afterimages whooshed towards him, screams filled the air as three teeth followed by blood splashes flew through the air, the golden mask on his upper face shattered with a snap, and instantly, his left cheek swelled up like a pig’s head.

"Lord Lucas!"

"You fucking, suicidal bastard!"

The rest of the seven men’s expressions changed drastically, shouting with anger.

But just as they were about to move forward to teach Xia Feng a lesson, they saw Xia Feng suddenly stand up.

The handcuffs on Xia Feng’s left hand had disappeared.

Xia Feng smirked, the handcuffs had naturally been quietly swallowed by Blood Beast’s Shadow.

"You lowlife! I’ll kill you!!" Lucas, his gaze returning with a dark look, roared ferociously.

However, before his words had finished, the man in white had already taken a step, leaving behind afterimages as he flashed behind him.

A fruit knife from the table was somehow already in Xia Feng’s hand, held against the golden-haired man’s throat, and he lightly drew it across, "What a dumb bird."

Following Xia Feng’s indifferent voice, the golden-haired man was about to get angry, but in the next moment, he gaped in astonishment as his soul seemed to burst forth; he hurriedly raised his hands to cover his throat, his eyes filled with terror.

But blood from his neck spurted out like a high-pressure fountain, splashing onto the faces of the seven young men in front.

"Help—Help—" The golden-haired man stepped back, his hands clasped over his throat, trying to cry out in terror, but it was all in vain. With a loud thump, he fell backward.

Blood pooled on the ground.

This commotion drew the attention of everyone in the hall, with nearly a hundred people turning, their gazes shocked and collectively turned their way.