Chapter 1181
Six Points Yiyuan Hall: The way others are looking at me is very strange.
Cui Ming is the kind of person who acts decisively and never hesitates. If he says he wants to do something, he will definitely do it without the slightest hesitation.
As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers flew across the keyboard, and the images on the screen switched rapidly. From the car accident caused by Sextant Gendo going against traffic and being beaten by bodyguards, to the robbery in the ward and being questioned by reporters, all the footage was categorized and precisely uploaded to the "special websites" he had specially prepared. There was no unnecessary embellishment; it was all the most authentic and embarrassing raw footage, including the scene where Sextant roared and corrected that "it's hemorrhoids," without missing a single detail.
Cui Ming was also exceptionally thoughtful, giving each video an eye-catching title, such as "Outrageous! After a man crashed while driving against traffic, he was 'forced to exercise' in a hospital ward by robbers," "Sphincter relaxation? No! Even the King of Heaven has hemorrhoids!" and "Handsome guy with a beard dominates the rankings on a brotherhood website by his own efforts," as if afraid that others would not see Sextant's "glorious deeds."
In any case, overnight, Rokufen Gigen-do became completely famous.
Especially on that website called "Super Brotherhood," and among a whole bunch of similar niche websites, Liufenyiyuantang dominated the rankings and became the most popular "celebrity" on the entire internet.
The comments section on the website exploded, filled with jokes about him. Some praised his beard for being charming, others teased him about his "hemorrhoids" and sphincter muscles, still others were curious about the details of how he was "treated" by the robbers, and some even made a special post asking for updates on his situation.
Rokufun Gigendo had only been in the hospital for a few days when he couldn't bear the reporters' swarms and the strange looks from the doctors and nurses. Despite not being fully recovered, he hurriedly checked out. Little did he know that his discharge would be the beginning of a nightmare—he now walks with a heavy heart, and even when he's bundled up tightly, wearing a mask and hat, he's still easily recognized.
Walking down the street, whether it was passersby or shop assistants, there were always many men staring intently at him. Their gazes were indescribable, carrying a mix of curiosity, mockery, and the same burning intensity as the robbers from before. Something just didn't feel right, and it made his skin crawl and his neck feel cold.
Every time he felt that strange gaze, Rokubun Gigendo would subconsciously bring his legs together and cover his "weak point" with one hand—his anus, which had been "taken care of" by the robbers and teased by reporters. His body was tense, and he even walked on tiptoe, afraid of being watched again and encountering something outrageous again.
Once, he just wanted to buy a bottle of water by the roadside. As soon as he walked to the convenience store, the clerk's eyes lit up. He recognized him, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He asked in an ambiguous tone, "Sir, are you from Liufen Yiyuantang? Would you like a bottle of warm water? I heard you've been 'not feeling well' lately. Drinking warm water is good for your hemorrhoids, and also good for... your rear end."
As soon as he finished speaking, several men who were picking out items in the convenience store looked over, their eyes all falling on his hand that was covering his center of gravity. They whispered among themselves, laughing and muttering words like "super brotherhood," "beard," and "forced exercise."
Rokubungi Gendo's face instantly turned bright red, filled with shame and anger. Every hair on his body stood on end. The money in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," but he didn't bother to pick it up. Covering his weak spot, he turned and ran without looking back, running faster than the robbers being chased by the Metropolitan Police Department. He didn't even dare to turn around and answer the convenience store clerk's calls.
As he ran, he roared inwardly: Cui Ming! I'm not finished with you!!! It's all your fault! That's why I ended up like this, why everyone laughs at me, and why people stare at me with those strange looks wherever I go! But roaring was nothing he could do—he now needed all his courage to even go out, let alone confront Cui Ming. He even suspected that if he went out a few more times, he would eventually be driven mad by those strange looks, and that he would eventually forget how to walk because he was always covering his weakness.
Meanwhile, Cui Ming, along with Yui and the others, were holed up in the underground base, scrolling through comments and videos about the sextant on the "Super Brotherhood" website, laughing so hard they were doubled over. Akagi Ritsuko, laughing, gave Cui Ming a thumbs-up: "Cui, you're so mean! But I like it, this bastard should be this awesome!"
Cui Ming smiled faintly and said casually, "It's alright, it's just helping him become 'famous' and fulfilling his desire to be noticed."
After being teased and stared at by passersby, Rokufen Gigendo ran back to his secret base with all his might. Only when he closed the door did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. His legs went weak and he slid down the door to the ground, still clutching his weak spot tightly. His face was pale, filled with shame and anger, and his chest heaved violently.
Before he could recover, the communicator in the base suddenly rang, and the screen lit up automatically, showing several elderly people with gray hair and solemn expressions. They were the core figures who cooperated with him and controlled the behind-the-scenes forces.
Rokubungi Gendo hurriedly struggled to his feet, dusted himself off, and tried to appear calm as he straightened his clothes, attempting to conceal his embarrassment and dishevelment. However, the lingering redness and swelling on his face, the fatigue in his eyes, and his unconsciously tense posture all betrayed his recent ordeal.
The moment the call connected, the eyes of several elderly people all fell on him. There were no extra greetings, only a unique look in their eyes as they looked him up and down. It was neither mockery nor pity, but rather a look that was quite intriguing. Liu Fenyiyuantang felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously covered his rear end, a chill running down his back.
but
Liu Fenyiyuantang knew that these old men weren't deliberately trying to make fun of him—after all, his recent "glorious deeds" had already spread throughout the underground circles. Even if these old men didn't read those niche websites, they had most likely heard about his embarrassing story of being "taken care of" by robbers and being ridiculed all over the internet.
These are the people who have lived most of their lives, seen a lot, experienced all sorts of storms and absurdities. They don't care about these little entanglements between men, or even more outrageous and ridiculous things. Men are nothing to them, not worth mentioning at all.
Their unusual gaze stemmed solely from surprise—surprise at the fact that this guy, Yoshiyuki, was always arrogant, ruthless, and obsessive, spending his entire life scheming against and controlling others. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? When had he ever been so "manipulated"? Even more surprising was that he, who always took the initiative, was now the one being played, and in such an outrageous and pathetic way. (End of Chapter)