After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 104 - 100: Teaching Huang Mao a Lesson

"Tui!"

Just as Huang Mao spat at Su Mo, a sudden change occurred.

Su Mo's figure abruptly vanished, reappearing two meters away a moment later. After the spit hit the ground, it instantaneously returned to its original spot, moving so fast it seemed like a double teleport.

The sheriff drinking water choked at the sight, coughing as he looked at Su Mo with a playful gaze.

Huang Mao's arrogant demeanor vanished the instant he witnessed Su Mo's "teleportation," his face instantly filled with terror.

Don't be fooled by these punks who bark loudly about killing people's families—when it comes to real fights, they probably wouldn't stand a chance.

If they had any skills at all, they wouldn't have failed to snatch something from a frail kid like KK, let alone get caught by the Public Security Bureau.

Huang Mao's rude behavior towards Su Mo came from assuming he was just a "border immigrant."

Border immigrants are those who, carrying their borderline status, settle in the Inner City.

In a harsh place like the Border District, except for chaos-loving thugs, no one really wants to live there.

Citizens with borderland status, if given the chance to reside long-term in the Inner City, would seize any opportunity to 'immigrate' here.

These immigrants with Borderland Plaques are often under close watch by the sheriff's department.

As a result, they tend to be even more compliant than inner city citizens, avoiding trouble at all costs and even speaking softly to avoid losing their residency qualification.

Street thugs exploit these immigrants' timid attitude, constantly causing trouble for them, seeing them as easy targets.

This afternoon, KK was on a big shopping spree at the supermarket. Huang Mao, mistaking him for a border immigrant living in the Rust Wall District, naturally assumed the same of the approaching Su Mo, thus acting arrogantly.

But upon witnessing Su Mo's extraordinary abilities, Huang Mao realized something was amiss.

A person with both the Borderland Plaque and extraordinary powers...

In New Moon City, individuals like that have only two possible identities.

Either a merciless mercenary.

Or a bloodthirsty thug.

Either way, these are people who live dangerously, unlike those who only talk the talk but never walk the walk—these people can actually carry out their threats!

In no time, Huang Mao started to shiver, lacking even the courage to meet Su Mo's gaze.

Su Mo calmly said, "Keep cursing, keep spitting."

Huang Mao's lips quivered incessantly, his eyes wide open in panic, "Bro, I was wrong... it was my fault... I apologize..."

Su Mo: "Don't apologize. I actually prefer your unruly demeanor."

He crouched down, reaching out to toy with the Borderland Plaque hanging around Huang Mao's neck, saying deeply, "You'll be staying at the Public Security Bureau for the next few days. Once you're out, eat and play all you want."

"After all, you'll have to return to the border someday, right? I've remembered your face, so I'll properly 'welcome' you when the time comes."

Huang Mao was so terrified that sweat poured down his face, which crumpled up as he spoke with a crying tone, "Bro! I was really wrong! I'll kneel down and kowtow to you. Please let me go!"

With one hand cuffed to the pipe, Huang Mao struggled to kneel despite the constraint, wearing his wrist raw while repeatedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Su Mo: "Clench your fist."

Huang Mao raised his head in confusion, "Huh?"

Su Mo: "With the hand that's not cuffed, clench your fist."

Trembling, Huang Mao complied and clenched his fist tightly.

Su Mo: "Hit your own face, just like you hit my friend."

Huang Mao whimpered with a crying tone. Forced by Su Mo's intimidation, he could only punch himself in the face.

"Smack."

Su Mo: "Harder."

Huang Mao had no choice but to increase the strength, hitting his face again.

"Smack!"

Su Mo: "Harder!"

"Smack!"

Su Mo shook his head, "Seems like you lack sincerity, so maybe I'll entertain you properly when you return to the border."

Terrified to tears, Huang Mao kept waving his hand, "No, no, no! Bro, I'm serious! I will hit harder! I will hit harder!"

"Thud!" He exclaimed and forcefully punched his own face, leaving a bruise, tears of pain streaming down his face.

Su Mo remained indifferent, repeating the same two words, "Harder."

"Thud!"

"Harder."

"Thud!!"

"Harder."

"Thud!!!"

While Su Mo directed Huang Mao to beat himself black and blue, the sheriff coldly watched from the side.

On one side was a street thug easily found all over.

On the other was a formidable being with extraordinary powers.

The sheriff knew whose side to take.

He was only too happy to have someone helping to discipline these unruly troublemakers.

After all, this didn't break any of the Public Security Bureau's rules.

If little punks like indulging in "self-harm," well, no one could stop them.

The sheriff glanced up at the surveillance camera on the ceiling and made a cutting motion.

In the monitoring room, the staff on duty turned off the surveillance for the control room and conveniently deleted today's footage.

Don't ask, if questioned, just say the surveillance broke.

Su Mo calmly told Huang Mao, "Just keep hitting with this strength. Stop when I tell you to."

He let Huang Mao remain kneeling, beating himself, then sat beside KK, cheerily taking out his phone, "Come on, let's start a mobile game match. I'll help you rank up."

The two connected online, engrossed in gaming for half an hour, leaving Huang Mao kneeling and beating himself the entire time.

By the end, Huang Mao was in a daze, his eyes vacant without a hint of light.

His nasal cartilage was broken from self-infliction, yet he seemed oblivious, with tears, snot, and blood mingling on his face—a truly miserable sight—as he mechanically continued to beat himself.

The sheriff had long left the control room, gone to enjoy his tea and newspaper, allowing Su Mo to deal with the scoundrel.

After finishing their mobile game, Su Mo put down his phone, gently cradling KK's face, carefully checking his teeth with his fingers.

"Hmm, lost a tooth."

After saying that, Su Mo suddenly kicked out at Huang Mao's mouth.

"Thud!!!"

Half of Huang Mao's teeth were shattered by the kick, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream as bloodied broken teeth scattered across the ground.

Hearing the commotion, the sheriff rushed over, seeing Huang Mao sprawled on the floor howling, demanded from Su Mo fiercely, "What happened?!"

Su Mo scratched his head, feigning innocence, "This kid went crazy with self-harm and rammed his mouth into the floor."

He turned to Huang Mao, asking, "Isn't that right?"

Huang Mao, huddled in the corner crying his eyes out, "Yes...yes, I hit the floor with my mouth... It has nothing to do with this big brother... It's my fault... I'm here to apologize... to apologize..."

Saying so, he bowed again and again.

The sheriff looked helpless, coming over to uncuff Huang Mao, taking out a mediation form, "Sign it, and then get lost to detention. Let's see if you dare stir trouble again next time!"

Huang Mao, like clutching a lifeline, signed immediately and bolted like a rabbit, stumbling and falling midway as he rushed out the door.

The sheriff turned back to Su Mo, "That's enough, time to wrap up. Once you finish signing, you should leave too."

Su Mo signed, patting KK's shoulder, "Let's go."

KK nodded, holding tightly to the bag of beef he bought for Su Mo as they got up to leave together.