Chapter 22: Activate the Invincible Black Stockings Item!

With the System, Tang Chen found Fan Jian’s home easily. Tang Chen had checked the guy’s info using the System; this guy was a boss at some company, a bit rich, liked women too much, over forty with no wife or kids, but he changed mistresses every day.

Tang Chen felt that even if he hadn’t promised the Principal to handle those shareholders, as a model citizen of society, he should personally deal with such lowlifes who lived up to their name.

Fan Jian’s home was in a high-end villa. At that moment, this big-bellied man was holding a young, sexy woman in her twenties as they ran on the bed. Clothes lay all over the floor; it looked like a big fight.

The woman hooked her legs around Fan Jian’s waist. Sweat covered his forehead; he gritted his teeth, let out a low roar, his body jerked, and that was his “assignment” done.

The hot woman gasped in surprise, then her legs went limp. Inside, she felt some disgust; why did he end so fast? Less than a minute?

She thought so but didn’t dare say it aloud. Instead, she hugged Fan Jian’s neck and cooed sweetly, “Boss, you’re really strong.”

Fan Jian proudly wiped sweat off his forehead with a tissue and laughed, “Of course! I ate two Viagra pills; I can make you feel like heaven and hell.”

Disdain flashed in her eyes, but she kept the sweet smile. “Boss, I see how strong you are. So, what about my job this time…”

Fan Jian gently pushed her hand away, stood up, walked to the bedside for water, and panted, “Relax, I keep my word. Go get dressed and leave.”

“Okay, Boss,” the woman said sweetly, getting what she wanted. She quickly put on her slip dress, stockings, and stuff, then wiggled her butt out of the bedroom.

Fan Jian sat contentedly on the sofa, grinning smugly. He’d worked hard his whole life to become a boss and get some achievements. He didn’t marry so no wife could boss him around; this way was better, as he could play with any woman he wished.

After all, in this materialistic big city, many gold-digger girls sold their young bodies for vanity and riches—it wasn’t the place to judge much.

Footsteps pattered over. Fan Jian frowned, thinking the woman was back. Annoyed, he put his cup down and said without turning, “Why are you back? I said I’d do what I promised; don’t you believe me?”

“Why should I believe you?” a half-laughing voice sounded, making Fan Jian panic—that sounded like a man!

He turned and saw a young, clean-cut boy sitting casually in his own chair.

Ghost! Fan Jian jumped in fright; how did that kid get in? Were the villa’s security guards dead?

“You—who are you?” Fan Jian’s lips trembled; in broad daylight, he was sweating cold.

Tang Chen scanned him, winced at what he saw, and said, “Before you talk to me, put clothes on! Don’t wave that less-than-three-centimeter thing around!”

“Just who are you? Get out now or I’ll call my security!” Fan Jian yelled angrily, his “little brother” shaking as his body moved.

Tang Chen nearly threw up. Without looking, he grabbed a nearby phone and threw it at Fan Jian. Crack! The phone hit his head. Fan Jian cried out in pain, about to swear, but Tang Chen’s slap knocked him to the floor.

“I said, get dressed! Don’t you know that thing is gross?” Tang Chen curled his lip; seeing that first thing was nasty. Good thing he skipped breakfast, or he’d vomit.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it—don’t hit me!” Fan Jian was so scared he might wet himself—his opponent wasn’t playing fair! He thought threatening security would scare him off; why did he hit back?

Though mumbling in his head, he still slipped on a bathrobe to stop Tang Chen from hitting him. He was older, but spirit-wise, he couldn’t match Tang Chen.

Tang Chen nodded in satisfaction, sat back down, and spoke to Fan Jian, “You’re Fan Jian, right? I wonder what your dad was thinking, giving you that name; you sure live up to it, being so despicable.”

Fan Jian had calmed some by then. He faced the youth bravely and said, “All right, how much money do you want?”

To him, Tang Chen somehow sneaked in, so he must be after cash; if he didn’t see that, he was dumb.

Tang Chen laughed coldly, walked back to Fan Jian, swung and slapped his face again, furious, “Do I look like some poor guy?”

“Curse you! Don’t go too far! I’ll really call the cops!” Fan Jian lost his temper; he was old enough to be Tang Chen’s dad and deserved some respect! Not even speaking before hitting him was too show-off.

“Huh? You call the cops?” Tang Chen chuckled, then said silently to the System, “System, get me a weapon. That jerk won’t learn until it’s too late.”

System said, “Respected Host, recall that all the System’s items come only through missions. No mission, no item.”

Tang Chen grumbled, “System, right now and you want a mission? Feels like a threat.”

“Take it or not; the System won’t beg.” The System sounded like it knew it had him.

Tang Chen’s face darkened; he was beaten. “Fine, you win. What’s the mission? I just want to punish this guy.”

The System laughed weirdly. “Host, don’t worry; the task won’t be tough.”

“Ding! Beginner Task triggered. Please use the Invincible Black Stockings to slap Fan Jian’s face. Must hit until he’s dizzy. Mission success: reward primary item. Failure: Host wears stockings and runs wild in town all day.”

Tang Chen felt awful; he suspected the System was after payback for his mocking after getting the Invincible Black Stockings. The System must have held a grudge and set him up.

“System, I didn’t think you were so petty,” Tang Chen said.

System replied, “Host, I got no clue what you mean. Do the task now—remember the spell.”

Tang Chen wished he could die then but had no choice; he had to finish his own mission, tears or not.

“You’re too much, kid! I’ll make you regret this!” Fan Jian blazed with anger, covered his face, walked to the bed, and went to take his mobile phone to call the police.

“Stop!” Tang Chen roared, startling Fan Jian big time. Then Tang Chen slowly reached into his own pocket.

“You… what’re you doing? I warn you, don’t hurt me! If you kill, you’ll get caught too! I’ll give any money; just don’t!” Fan Jian fully panicked; was he pulling a gun? No!

The older and richer he got, the more he feared dying. Getting shot now would leave his innocence unheard!

“Too late! You made me!” Tang Chen felt helpless; if only this jerk cooperated, he wouldn’t be forced into this stupid act.

“No, no!” Fan Jian’s legs gave way and he sat on the floor. Hands shaking, he tried dialing, but the mobile phone slipped from his fingers and fell.

“Die!” Tang Chen, ready for doom, pulled a black stocking from his pocket, put it on his hand, closed his eyes tight, and yelled, “I love stockings! I love stockings! I love the scent-of-women stockings!”

“Ding! Invincible Black Stockings item activated!”

“Ding! Target face locked; Auto-Slapping Mode started!” Once the prompt echoed in his head, Tang Chen felt his body lurch uncontrollably. He lifted Fan Jian and swung that stocking-clad hand at his face.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

A stream of smacking sounds rang out; anyone outside might’ve thought Fan Jian was showing amazing strength that day.