Chapter 83: The art of "Huh?"
Alex’s eyes flashed.
His foot moved. Fast. Precise.
Tapped the boy’s side. Light kick.
The boy flew. Gently. Away from Lilian.
Landed on his butt. Safe. Unharmed.
The red drink splashed on the floor instead.
In the same motion—
Alex scooped Lilian up. Arms around her waist.
Lifted her. Spun.
One full circle.
Away from the spill.
Away from danger.
Lilian gasped. Surprised.
Her hands on his shoulders. Steadying herself.
Face turning red. Looking down. Shy.
Her fingers moved to her hair. Tucking it behind her ear.
Heart racing.
Alex set her down. Gentle.
"You okay?"
Lilian nodded. Couldn’t meet his eyes.
"Y-yes..."
Voice soft. Sweet.
The boy on the ground.
Sitting there.
Completely fine.
Not a scratch.
Then—
His face scrunched up.
Mouth opened wide.
"WAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Screaming. Crying.
Loud. Dramatic.
Rolling on the floor.
His mother rushed over. Still on her phone.
"Xiao Ming! Baby, what happened?!"
Didn’t even look at Alex or Lilian.
The boy kept crying. Pointing at Alex.
"HE KICKED ME! HE HURT ME!"
Sobbing. Fake tears.
His mother’s head snapped up. Glared at Alex.
"You kicked my son?!"
"Huh?"
Alex looked at her.
"How dare you hurt a child!"
Silence.
The boy stopped crying for a second. Looked at Lilian.
At her white dress.
His eyes narrowed.
Grabbed his mother’s drink from the floor.
Still half full.
Threw it.
At Lilian again.
Alex moved. Faster.
Caught the cup mid-air.
Not a drop spilled.
The boy’s face twisted. Angry.
Started crying louder.
"WAAAHHH! HE’S BULLYING ME!"
His mother ignored it. Eyes on Alex.
"You need to pay!"
"Medical fees! Emotional damage!"
"Five thousand bucks! Now!"
She held out her hand.
Demanding.
"Huh?" Alex stayed the same.
Then—
A man pushed through the crowd.
Thirty-something. Designer clothes. Smug expression.
The boy’s father.
He looked Alex up and down.
Sneered.
"Tsk tsk. No manners at all."
Voice dripping with contempt.
"Clearly no proper upbringing."
Adjusted his watch. Expensive. Making sure everyone saw.
"Let me guess. No education? Poor family?"
Smiled. Condescending.
"That explains the violence."
"People like you don’t understand civilized behavior."
He turned to his wife. Nodded.
She joined in immediately.
"Exactly! Look at him."
Gestured at Alex.
"Probably never been to university."
"Never had proper parents to teach him right from wrong."
The father laughed. Loud. Mocking.
"And that woman with him?"
Looked at Lilian.
His eyes lingered.
"Dressed like that. Clinging to a young boy."
Pause.
"We all know what kind of woman that is."
Lilian’s face pale, Alex cover her ear, gave her a gentle smile.
The mom nodded eagerly.
"Probably picked him up somewhere."
"You can tell just by looking."
"No decent woman acts like that."
"So. Five thousand bucks."
"Or should we call the police?"
"Oh wait—"
Laughed.
"You probably can’t even afford that."
"Maybe ten thousand then?"
"For wasting our time with your poverty."
His wife cackled.
The boy kept fake crying.
Playing his part.
People stared. Watching.
But no one intervened.
Then—
Golden text flashed.
[SYSTEM CHOICE]
[Option 1: Pay up and leave. Peace is worth the price!]
[Reward: Title "Big Sucker" - Scam artists and problem children will target you 50% more often]
[Option 2: Stay silent. Take your drink and walk away like nothing happened.]
[Reward: +50 Spiritual Energy]
[Option 3: GO INSANE! BE YOURSELF! Show them what happens when they mess with YOUR people!]
[Reward: Title "Flying Sensation" - Leg Strength +100%! Your contract beast will recieve 20%!]
[Because kicking by yourself is the best!]
Alex’s smile spread.
He looked down at the boy.
Still fake crying.
Rolling around.
Alex bent down. Picked up a straw from the floor.
The boy stopped. Looked up.
Confused.
Alex’s smile widened.
"Huh."
Grabbed the boy’s waist. Flipped him.
Face down.
SHUNK.
Inserted the straw.
Right in the boy’s butt.
Through his pants.
The boy’s eyes went wide.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Real screaming now.
Alex stood. Grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt.
Threw him.
Not hard. But precise.
The boy sailed through the air.
SPLASH.
Landed in the gutter outside.
Dirty water. Trash. Sewage.
The boy surfaced. Sputtering. Soaked.
Straw still stuck in his pants.
"WAAAHHH! MOMMY!"
His mother’s mouth dropped.
"YOU—! YOU—!"
She rushed forward. Tried to hit Alex.
Her fist swung.
Alex caught it. Effortless.
Turned her around.
Grabbed the back of her head.
"Huh."
Shoved her face-first into the gutter.
Held her there.
GLUG GLUG GLUG.
Her mouth filled. Dirty water. Sewage. Trash liquid.
She thrashed. Kicked.
Alex held firm.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Then released.
She stumbled back. Gagging. Vomiting.
Brown water pouring from her mouth.
"BLARGHHH!"
Face green. Eyes streaming.
The father’s face went red.
"YOU DARE—!"
Charged forward. Fists raised.
Alex didn’t move.
Just let his spiritual energy pulse.
Once.
CRACK CRACK CRACK.
The father’s clothes exploded.
Shirt. Pants. Underwear.
All of it shredded.
Fell in pieces.
He stood there.
Naked.
Completely exposed.
His body revealed.
Flabby. Pale. Hairy.
Beer gut hanging.
Saggy everything.
The crowd gasped.
"OH MY GOD!"
"COVER YOUR EYES!"
"THAT’S DISGUSTING!"
Someone retched.
The father looked down. Realized.
His hands shot to cover himself.
"NO! WAIT! I—"
Too late.
Phones out. Cameras clicking.
"I’M POSTING THIS!"
"HASHTAG DISGUSTING!"
"THIS IS GOING VIRAL!"
The father’s face turned purple.
Shame. Rage. Humiliation.
He tried to run.
Slipped.
SPLASH.
Fell into the gutter.
With his wife and son.
All three. Soaking. Screaming. Covered in filth.
The father naked.
The mother vomiting.
The boy with a straw in his butt.
Crowd becomes noisy.
Someone pulled out their phone.
"I’m recording this! This is assault! You can’t—"
Alex turned.
Walked over.
"Huh?"
Grabbed the phone.
CRACK.
Crushed it. One hand.
Pieces fell to the floor.
The man’s eyes went wide.
"You—"
SLAP.
Alex’s palm struck his face.
The man spun. Flew backward.
Crashed into the wall.
Slid down.
Out cold.
Alex dusted his hands.
Looked around.
"Huh?"
Silence.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Just stared.
Alex turned back to Lilian.
Smiled. Normal now. Sweet.
"Shall we Go?"
Lilian blinked, then smiled.
Warm, like a wind in spring.
Took his arm, got two sugar-free bubble tea.
"Yes. Let’s."