After Unbinding the Simp System, I'm Targeted by the Villain - Chapter 56

“What’s going on? Why are so many people crowding around here!”

The bar manager noticed something was wrong in the corridor leading to the restrooms while on patrol. A massive crowd was blocking the entrance, and he had to use considerable effort to squeeze through while clutching his phone.

The moment he got inside, he froze. The restroom door had been locked from the inside.

“What’s the situation? Who did this?” The manager shoved the door hard.

Smash!

The sound of something hitting the mirror glass rang out from within—a sharp, crystalline crack.

The manager jumped. He realized a fight was breaking out inside, and a chaotic mix of pheromones was leaking through the cracks of the door.

“It’s been ten minutes and they still haven’t settled it?”

“Of all places to fight, why the restroom? Is the smell better or the space bigger? My bladder is about to explode!”

“At this rate, something bad is going to happen.”

The onlookers outside simply assumed a few Alphas were brawling in the stalls, until someone with a sharp nose caught a trace of something sweet and cloying amidst the surging Alpha pheromones.

“Not good! It sounds like there’s an Omega in there!”

Hearing this, the manager turned to stone on the spot, cold sweat drenching his back. “Call the police! You guys, help me ram the door!”

A fight between Alphas could be written off as a simple scuffle, but Omegas were high-priority protected subjects—their rarity nowadays was comparable to giant pandas. If an Omega came to harm in their establishment, the bar would not escape accountability—especially since they hadn’t installed surveillance cameras here as required…

Several burly men immediately began ramming the door one after another. With every impact, more pheromones seeped out.

Right at that moment—

“Move.”

A tall silhouette pushed through the crowd, a voice as cold as absolute zero cutting through the noise.

Before the manager could react, he was shoved aside. He watched as the newcomer raised a foot and delivered a powerful kick.

BOOM!

The sturdy restroom door was actually kicked crooked.

Duan Huaijin, his hands bulging with veins, grabbed the door panel and wrenched it outward. The heavy door was torn open like a sheet of paper; the hinges groaned under the unbearable strain, and the lock snapped with a sharp crack.

A thick wave of pheromones flooded out like a tide. Everyone covered their noses, staring at the scene inside with trepidation.

Green hand soap from the dispensers was splattered everywhere, and there was a gaping hole in the large mirror.

One Alpha was kneeling on the floor clutching his crotch, pounding the tiles in agony; a phone lay on the floor near him, its screen still recording. The other Alpha was huddling his head while being kicked.

Yes, being kicked.

Yu Chucheng was landing vicious blows, every single one aimed at the thug’s head.

His shirt was disheveled, and his hair was a mess—clearly the result of violent struggling. Two distinct scratch marks were etched across his collarbone, the skin broken in the center.

“You two dumbasses really thought you could touch me? Huh? Did you really think you were going to have your way with me just now!”

“As if you’re worthy?! Today I’m doing heaven’s work by taking you two idiots out!”

He didn’t know how much time had passed, and he had forgotten where he was. His only thought was to kick these perverts to death, to stop these psychos from releasing their pheromones to attack him.

It was lucky these two thugs had drunk too much today. Once the alcohol hit, they couldn’t stand steadily, and “down there,” they couldn’t “stand up” at all, which gave him the opening to counterattack.

Since birth—in both his past life and this one—Yu Chucheng had never suffered such an indignity.

He landed a kick on the thug’s arm with enough force to break the skin. The scene was becoming quite violent; if left to continue, something serious might truly happen.

Duan Huaijin reacted swiftly, stepping forward and locking Yu Chucheng in a firm embrace from behind.

“Get off me!”

Yu Chucheng thought the Alpha behind him had crawled back up and instinctively threw a powerful elbow back.

Duan Huaijin didn’t dodge. He took the hit full-on without even a muffled groan, using the momentum to pull Yu Chucheng closer.

In the next instant, the scent of fresh bamboo after rain roared out, washing over the entire space.

Yu Chucheng was like a string stretched to the limit, ready to snap at a single pluck. His eyes were red, and he kept muttering, “Let me go, I’m going to kill them, I…”

Duan Huaijin applied a bit of force and lifted him off the ground.

With his feet dangling, Yu Chucheng’s breath hitched, and he struggled twice with his center of gravity gone. Duan Huaijin moved him to a safe, clear space away from the broken glass and soap suds. Restraining his strength, he reached out and began stroking Yu Chucheng’s hair, smoothing it down again and again.

“I’m here. It’s okay now.”

Yu Chucheng’s mind was a slurry of pheromones and alcohol, feeling like it would explode at any second. He had no capacity to worry about anything else; he only knew that this person’s pheromones were like a clear spring in a desert, bringing hope to his dying, dehydrated self.

He gripped Duan Huaijin’s clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort. He gasped for air, a thick metallic taste of blood filling his mouth; his lungs burned as if he had just finished a marathon.

Duan Huaijin’s eyes were like deep pools. He squeezed Yu Chucheng’s cheeks with moderate pressure, forcing him to look up. “Slowly. Breathe through your nose.”

Only now did Yu Chucheng’s brain begin to buffer from the violent struggle.

The onlookers outside didn’t dare step forward—not because they were afraid of the two men on the floor, nor because they feared Yu Chucheng, but because Duan Huaijin’s pheromone level was too high. He had completely blanketed the restroom in his scent, and the powerful deterrent left them unable to even move.

In the private booth, Ji Zhou finally couldn’t hold his urine any longer and scrambled off the sofa. The group, who had been ready to fight to the death earlier, were now “best bros” after a round of drinks, hooking arms and heading to the restroom as a squad.

The group wobbled to the restroom entrance.

“What’s going on? We have to wait in line for the restroom now?” Ji Zhou rubbed his eyes.

An onlooker told him, “An Omega was cornered in the restroom in heat by two thugs.”

“Ah…” Ji Zhou stood there like an NPC, his brain whirring for a long time until suddenly— “HOLY CRAP!!”

The people around him jumped as he charged forward in a mess of panic. Ji Zhou vaguely remembered Yu Chucheng saying he was going to the restroom and never coming back. Could it be—

Seeing the intense scene inside, Ji Zhou’s alcohol high instantly transformed into cold sweat down his back, leaving him mostly sober. His heart plummeted.

“Yu—”

He had only shouted one syllable when Duan Huaijin looked over at him. That frost-cold gaze was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Though Duan Huaijin’s expression was blank, the highly aggressive pheromones surrounding him signaled that he was extremely dangerous right now. He had marked out a territory, shielding Yu Chucheng in the center, refusing to let anyone near.

Yu Chucheng’s breathing grew hotter. In a posture seeking more pheromones, he buried his head in Duan Huaijin’s neck.

“I want to leave here…”