The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 113: Complete Chaos!

"What are you doing?!" Chu Zhenwu snapped, his face darkening with anger.

But Lin Fan couldn’t respond.

Because the next moment, a loud, explosive sound echoed.

Nope. It was not fireworks.

It was something far worse.

His pants ruptured under the terrifying force, and what followed was nothing short of a disaster. The impact was so strong that it didn’t simply fall—it shot outward with terrifying momentum.

The front row took the full brunt of it.

Chu Daxing froze for a split second before his expression twisted in disbelief and disgust. Chu Zhiyuan, standing beside him, had no time to react before he was caught in the same wave.

"What the hell—?!"

Some organic yellow stuff even went into his mouth.

"Ugh—*Vomit*!"

The chaos began instantly.

Screams erupted throughout the hall as people stumbled backwards, trying to escape. Some slipped on the organic matter on the floor, and others collided with each other, their composure completely shattered by this vicious attack.

The smell spread rapidly, thick and suffocating.

Several people gagged on the spot.

Some bent over and started vomiting.

Others covered their faces, their expressions filled with horror.

And at the centre of it all—

Lin Fan remained stuck in place.

Squatting, still unable to move.

His face was twisted in panic and humiliation as he struggled desperately, but his body refused to obey him.

"Move... move!" he shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

But there was no response—only more chaos.

The disaster didn’t stop.

It continued relentlessly, wave after wave, as if there was no end. Every direction became a danger zone, and no one was spared. The businessmen, the celebrities, the reporters—everyone who had gathered for a prestigious celebration was now trapped in a nightmare they could neither escape nor comprehend by scientific logic.

Cameras continued rolling.

Not because the cameramen wanted to, but because they didn’t even have time to react. Some tried to back away while still filming, capturing every second of the unfolding disaster. And it was all being broadcast live.

Across television screens, viewers watched in stunned silence. Some recoiled in disgust, others covered their eyes, and many simply couldn’t process what they were seeing.

Back in the hall, the once elegant atmosphere had completely collapsed.

Su Mo stood at a safe distance, completely untouched, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Beside him, Yang Qingxi stared at the scene, her expression stiff, her usual composure shaken for the first time.

"...This..." she murmured, unable to find the right words.

Su Mo chuckled lightly. "Perfect."

Not far away, Xiao Mu had already pulled Chu Jing back in time, keeping her far from the stage.

Chu Jing stood there, stunned, her mind blank as she stared at the chaos unfolding before her.

"What... is going on...?" she whispered.

Even Leng Shuang, who had experienced far more brutal scenes in her life, felt a rare moment of speechlessness.

This wasn’t just cruel. It was simply inhuman. Master, you outdid yourself. Please never do this again.

At this moment, Leng Shuang was very thankful that back when she was her master’s enemy, she had only suffered some physical torture.

If something like this had happened to her, she wouldn’t have the will to live. Even the deadliest torture she ever experienced seems nothing compared to this.

She couldn’t fathom how that guy on stage offended her master, to receive such terrible punishment.

The chaos continued for what felt like an eternity.

No one could approach the stage. No one could stop what was happening.

Lin Fan remained trapped at the centre, enduring his own public humiliation as everything spiralled out of control.

Finally, after ten long minutes, it stopped.

For a few seconds, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Even breathing felt like an effort.

The air was thick—so thick that it carried not only the stench but also the collective shock of hundreds of people who had just witnessed something that should never have existed in reality.

At the centre of the stage, Lin Fan remained squatting.

His face was pale, eyes were unfocused.

His entire being... felt empty.

Completely empty.

If earlier he stood like the protagonist of the night, now he looked like a man whose soul had been forcibly extracted and discarded.

And beside him, Chu Zhenwu. The elder who has been praising him all this time.

For the first time since he stepped onto the stage, his expression had completely collapsed.

His body trembled slightly—not from fear or disgust, but from rage.

Uncontainable rage.

His clothes...

His face...

Even his hair—

All bore undeniable evidence of the disaster.

The old man slowly turned his head toward Lin Fan.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"YOU—!!!"

The roar exploded out of his throat, echoing across the hall.

"What... have you done?!"

His voice was no longer that of a dignified patriarch. It was raw, furious, almost feral.

"You dare—! You dare humiliate me like this?!"

He pointed at Lin Fan with a trembling finger, his chest heaving violently.

"The Chu family’s face—! The dignity—! All ruined by you!"

If not for the current situation, under everyone’s watch, especially cameras, he might have already struck him dead on the spot.

Lin Fan, however, couldn’t even respond to his furious words.

He wanted to stand. At least explain or even disappear.

But his body refused to move.

He remained trapped—like a criminal sentenced in the most humiliating way possible.

Below the stage, the reactions were even more chaotic.

Some businessmen stood frozen, their faces pale as paper.

One elderly CEO clutched his chest, his eyes rolling back slightly before he collapsed on the spot.

Another staggered backwards, only to slip and fall, letting out a strangled cry before fainting.

Celebrities who once maintained flawless composure were now screaming, some covering their faces, others rushing toward the exits in complete panic.

"Get me out of here!"

"I can’t—! I can’t breathe—!"

"Security! Where is security?!"

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