You're Strong But Now You're Mine-Chapter 52 Furious Powerlessness

Yin Yinyin, what a genuinely good guy.

Don’t be fooled by how, when Yin Yinyin discussed the plan, it sounded like he was asking White Night to do some utterly unforgivable, loathsome dirty work. In practice, when Yin Yinyin pushed the plan forward, he still kept White Night’s reputation in mind, not letting him do anything outright ’unreasonable.’

See, this patsy was shameless enough that White Night could beat him with total justification.

Yin Yinyin even considered White Night’s feelings, probably because he knew that, despite White Night having killed people, started fires, ransacked homes, and wiped out clans, "his heart was still pure—he was really just a good guy deep down, someone who’d never truly harm innocent civilians."

See, this patsy was so detestable, White Night could now beat him with a clear conscience.

The best part? Yin Yinyin even gave this patsy a magical identity: a relative of the Ding Family!

Brilliant!

This was practically handing White Night achievements on a silver platter!

A conman using the status of an influential relative to do whatever he wanted, then getting exposed by a sharp-eyed Statistical Department agent, taken down in one fell swoop, and restoring justice for the commonfolk—wasn’t that a textbook good deed, and an easy merit point?

Even though the reward had increased, the difficulty had gone up too—impersonating the governor’s relative, one misstep and you were getting the full 72-hour VIP package at the Statistical Department. For these patsies to make it out in one piece, White Night had to beat them so viciously that the onlookers couldn’t bear to watch, so ferociously that even his own agents felt sympathy, and leave the other side almost unrecognizable!

Only then did the patsy have a chance to escape the consequences!

"Spotlight, right here!" White Night shouted loudly, raising a hand in a combat command gesture.

The lighting fixtures set up around the fortress walls instantly flared to life, beaming through the chaotic downpour and illuminating the center of the stronghold. As the lights came on, every single city guard on the towers and every agent by the field chambered their rounds and aimed their barrels at this unexpected crowd.

The Ding Family’s knights immediately dismounted, drawing the long blades at their waists and forming a protective circle around Ding Yiyu. Even with guns aimed at their heads, they didn’t seem all that frightened, hiding in the wagon’s shadow. The burly man at the front chuckled, "Fourth Young Master, looks like we’re in for some trouble."

Ding Yiyu’s face darkened as he raised his head, swept his gaze around, channeled his Spiritual Power, and shouted so that all inside the fortress could hear, "My name is Ding Yiyu, Star Engraving County’s Governor Ding Yi is my uncle. I’m here escorting important goods at my uncle’s request—are you people seriously trying to delay the governor’s business!?"

Just now, when Ding Yiyu spoke to White Night, the others couldn’t hear clearly. Now, as he announced his identity, a lot of people immediately started to hesitate.

Driving a carriage through a checkpoint was a serious offense, but if the suspect was the governor’s relative, that was a whole other matter.

Besides, the County Guard Department of Star Engraving County was now basically Ding Yi’s private army. In theory, city defense was supposed to be handled by garrison troops from the Linhai Army rotated in, not the governor himself. But in the years Ding Yi served as governor, he’d cozied up to the Linhai Army and also turned Star Engraving County into a fortress tighter than a drum, drafting a bunch of soldiers from the Linhai Army straight into the City Guard Department and Imprisonment Department.

Compared to the Imprisonment Department—who actually had to pound the pavement and chase criminals all day—the City Guard had cushy barracks and good food, living the same easy life year after year. Their old sharp edges, forged from fighting Sea Barbarians, had been dulled to nothing; all they knew now was that they served the Ding Family.

Hearing Ding Yiyu was family to the governor, the armed guards on the city wall, at their commander’s signal, immediately lowered their weapons, while most Statistical Department agents glanced around at each other and finally looked to Captain Qian Yuliu.

When they saw the captain lower his light handgun too, it was like a breath of fresh air. Yet right then, they heard their captain suddenly bark, "Statistical Department, heed my order, apprehend these frauds who frame the governor, force checkpoints, and conceal their identities!"

Ding Yiyu frowned, unable to figure out what this Qian Yuliu guy was trying to pull. "What do you mean? We’re here on the governor’s orders—"

"Nonsense!"

White Night boosted his voice with his Spirit, his shout thundering above the storm and the crash of thunder, "Governor Ding is wise and valiant, loves the people as his own children! The people praise him, agents will lay down their lives for him—he’s a sage for the ages! There’s no way he’d have a son as lawless, reckless, and showy as you!"

Ding Yiyu shouted back, "I’m not his son! I’m his nephew!"

"See, you just admitted you’re lawless, reckless, and showy!" White Night yelled. "Even you know you’re not worthy of being the governor’s son, so you’re pretending to be his nephew instead! You’ve got some conscience, I’ll give you that, but you’re still a shameless scoundrel!"

Ding Yiyu started trembling with anger—this was the first time he’d come across someone so disgustingly unreasonable.

He was the Ding Family’s fourth young master—when had he ever suffered this kind of humiliation?

He was so pissed he laughed, "I don’t care how you twist black and white, but do you really think your own men will buy it? Will they dare to shoot me? Are they that gutsy!? Could they handle that responsibility?"

Brilliant!

White Night could barely hold back a grin. He waved a hand, tossed his gun to Chen Fu beside him, and cracked his knuckles so loudly it echoed, "You’re right. If you’re pretending to be the governor’s nephew, of course they won’t dare act recklessly—maybe you’d fool them yet."

"But I will!" White Night strode forward confidently and shouted, "Whether or not you really are the governor’s nephew, those goons next to you can’t possibly all be your blood brothers, right? Statistical Department, if any of them so much as flinch, fire at will!"

"As for this faker impersonating a relative and slandering the governor, I’ll deal with him myself!"

"All responsibility, I’ll bear it myself!"

"Yes!"

Chen Fu and the others replied in unison. They wouldn’t really dare to shoot Ding Yiyu—it’d be suicide if he turned out genuine—but as for his men, those big, burly toughs looked like nothing but bodyguards and servants anyway. Killing them was no big deal. Besides, now that the captain had stepped up to take all the blame, why shouldn’t they take a minor risk?

Now White Night truly appreciated the subtlety of Yin Yinyin’s arrangement—if the patsy had posed as anyone else, Chen Fu and crew would be all too eager to rack up accomplishments and might’ve just shot the guy on the spot. Since the patsy claimed to be the governor’s kin, though, the agents were all walking on eggshells, sticking to the sidelines and keeping accidents to a minimum.

Every step connected perfectly—what a work of art!

Though Yin Yinyin’s brain was calcium-deficient, he was graying early and wouldn’t last much longer, and he was a bit of a cross-dresser, he still had some impressive brains. No wonder he ran the whole show for White Night in Star Engraving County!

Up next, it was finally White Night’s showtime!

"Deal with me?" Ding Yiyu waved a hand, signaling his men not to act rashly, and stomped toward White Night. "You and what army?"

"Oh... Not only did you avoid running away, you’re actually walking up to me?"

White Night really had to respect this patsy’s commitment to the act—knowing he was about to get beaten into the dirt, he still went all in with the performance, no holding back.

"Relax, I’ll make sure you get properly thrashed without being put in real danger!"

"If I don’t get close to you, how am I supposed to kill you?"

Biting Battle Technique, Desolate Bite!

Biting Battle Technique, Desolate Bite!

Two rounds of blinding light exploded simultaneously!

Seeing the other side using the Biting Battle Technique too, Ding Yiyu suddenly felt exhilarated—"it had been way too long since he’d shredded a fellow practitioner with the Biting Battle Technique!"

And with impressive skill, no less!

"He loved fighting Biting Battle Technique warriors the most!"

"He also hated Biting Battle Technique warriors the most!"

"Every single one he’d met had been an ignoramus." "They thought the Biting Battle Technique was just some vicious melee killing art, but they never understood its essence: bite to kill, fight to the bitter end!"

"If you’re ruthless to others, you’ve got to be even more ruthless to yourself!"

"It’s like being in the bloody wild—no matter the risk of getting your own flesh torn open, you put your teeth in the enemy’s throat first!"

"That’s what the Biting Battle Technique was all about: jungle law, the art of brawling. Kill or be killed—that’s the only rule!"

Ding Yiyu stomped with his left leg and surged forward, fingers outstretched with ten light-blades, smashing away the rain and light in a sudden charge, pouncing on his enemy like a tiger from the mountains!

Biting Battle Technique, Cosmic Belt—Double Desolate Bite!

"You’re stunned, you damn moron!"

Even with the glare of the light, Ding Yiyu could practically see the shock on Qian Yuliu’s face. The Ding Family’s version of the Biting Battle Technique had a twist: for generations, their warriors had developed this special Cosmic Belt skill, letting them launch the technique instantly, no need to charge up, boosting their speed for surprise attacks.

But firing off the Cosmic Belt without charge always tore up calf muscles and caused searing pain. Yet since Ding Yiyu had trained since childhood, he’d forced himself to do it at least once every day, then patched himself up after—over time, he’d gotten so used to the pain he could do three mustered Cosmic Belts in a single fight!

"If you can’t be brutal to yourself, how can you be brutal to others?"

Whenever warriors faced Ding Yiyu’s sudden blitz, their first reflex was to defend and retreat—but then he’d hit Cosmic Belt a second time, speeding up and laying down another storm of attacks while they backed up.

"One retreat took the enemy right off a cliff!"

"Qian Yuliu, show me your spineless side!"

"All these thoughts flashed through his head in an instant, but suddenly Ding Yiyu realized... this Qian Yuliu guy wasn’t retreating at all."

The ten-fingered light-blades slashed through the twisted light-burst, tearing deep into the enemy’s body. Ding Yiyu instantly formed fists and hammered them into the opponent’s chest.

"He didn’t even dodge... You idiot, you’re already dead."

Then, Ding Yiyu felt his right wrist forced shut, clamped like it was stuck in a tiger’s jaws—no moving it at all.

The light burst faded, and Qian Yuliu’s peaceful, emotionless face appeared inches away. Ding Yiyu could see he’d slashed the guy up pretty badly—blood everywhere, some wounds so deep bone was showing.

Then he heard Qian Yuliu say something really bizarre,

"Guess I won’t feel guilty after this... Now it’s my turn!"

"Why was he still standing after those injuries... what did he mean by that... why hadn’t he gone down yet..."

Ding Yiyu’s mind was a jumble, but his body responded on instinct—his left hand launched a Desolate Bite toward the enemy.

Right then, Ding Yiyu noticed the burst of light erupting beneath him, a powerful blast slamming straight into his jaw.

Biting Battle Technique, Rising Dragon Desolate Bite!

Ding Yiyu was stunned, sent flying through the air—he was tossed around like a ragdoll in a hurricane, battered and pummeled in mid-air through a relentless barrage!

The pain was so intense he couldn’t help but cry out, but before he could, a tiger-jawed hand clamped around his throat, slammed him back to the ground, and a mouthful of bloody vomit erupted from his throat.

His face had a lovely chat with the ragged earth, his lips mashed into the stinking mud—he’d been beaten facedown into the ground!

"The humiliation was so overwhelming Ding Yiyu almost lost his mind."

He was the Ding Family’s fourth young master—when had anyone ever treated him like this!

"You—"

Before he could even finish the sentence, he was yanked and dragged across the ground at breakneck speed, his opponent pressing him down the whole way. He was nothing but a human mop, scrubbing every pile of filth and every muddy boot-track out of that battered earth—his clothes were shredded, his thigh was left bloody, and his face was worn raw!

The Ding Family’s guards wanted to jump in, but when they saw the icy barrels of the Statistical Department’s guns, they just couldn’t move.

This living hell lasted halfway across the field before it finally ended and, just as Ding Yiyu gasped for breath, a steel-toed boot slammed down on his head.

Lying sideways, Ding Yiyu looked up and saw the filthy commoners gathered at the city gate watching everything unfold. He’d never seen expressions like those—their eyes had no fear, no awe, only laughter, only... disgusting pity!

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"This is it? This? This is it? This? This is it?"

With every scornful taunt, the monster above twisted his steel boot on Ding Yiyu’s skull, as if scraping off the last bit of dirt stuck to his sole.

Ding Yiyu trembled all over. A thousand emotions surged in his chest, at last twisting into a long, defiant howl,

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh—"