Hey! Control Yourself! - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Should Not Be Rewarded.

“Please remain calm, guests. We have a special announcement: traces of a prior marking have been discovered on this set of glands.”

Shen Ji followed Sheng Lu’s trail, walking along the high-rimmed corridor. The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the vast, elevated space.

As soon as this was said, the auction hall which had been buzzing with competitive bids, fell silent.

“Guest Number 20 has cancelled their bid.”

“Guest Number 7 has withdrawn 20% of their offer.”

The auctioneer, having anticipated this, continued unhurriedly: “However, our appraisers have found evidence of gestation. Traces of having carried offspring were discovered within the glands.”

“Guest Number 7 re-bids, adding one million crystal coins.”

“Guest Number 13 bids 1.5 million.”

As expected, no matter the world, there was never a shortage of perverts.

Suddenly, Shen Ji stopped in his tracks. He recalled a legend about Merfolk he had once read in a book. Due to their unique physiology, Gaya Merfolk—whether Alpha or Omega, could conceive and bear children. But this trait had invited a tragic fate. Even though the Gaya government strictly prohibited the harming or trafficking of Merfolk, the despair and fear they felt toward humans caused them to stop reproducing, bringing them to the brink of extinction.

To think that a set of scarred, post-gestation Mermaid glands could fetch such a high price; one could only imagine the horrific calamities the Merfolk had endured.

“Distracted while chasing me?” A cold hell hand brushed through his hair, accompanied by Sheng Lu’s characteristically twisted laughter.

Shen Ji’s pupils shivered. He released his mental energy, and scythe-like silk threads instantly shredded the hand into pieces. Turning around, he met that handsome yet depraved face.

He had just been daydreaming—he actually hadn’t sensed Sheng Lu standing behind him. Logically, a gaze as perverse as Sheng Lu’s shouldn’t have been so easy to ignore.

The shattered hell hand reassembled itself and floated into the air. Sheng Lu was currently looking at him with a mournful tenderness, though it was impossible to ignore the pure pathology in his eyes.

“How wonderful… to see my darling here…”

At that moment, the auctioneer’s voice rang out from the massive hall: “Congratulations to Guest Number 20 for winning this precious set of Mermaid glands.”

Sheng Lu turned his head toward the floating auction platform. The light in his eyes gradually thinned, turning cruel and indifferent. His pupils became a void of darkness, and a layer of frost condensed without warning as the muscles in his jaw tightened.

Compared to the Sheng Lu who had been speaking to Shen Ji just a moment ago, he seemed like a different lifeform entirely.

“Leave no survivors,” Sheng Lu said, his voice cold and heavy.

Shen Ji realized people were approaching at high speed.

“Twenty minutes is all it takes.” Several black silhouettes stood on the corridor, looking down at the open auction hall. They leaped silently from the balcony, and weapons constructed of released mental energy took shape.

Shen Ji saw a blur of flowing light and vivid crimson below. Guests were wrapped in molten magma like roasted meat, bodies were folded into cubes by immense force, attendants had their bones shattered before they could even scream, and nobles had the moisture sucked from their flesh, turning into withered skeletons in an instant.

Among them were mental energy experts from the nobles’ guard units who managed to put up a brief fight against the Shaxing members.

Sheng Lu reached out. Mental energy released from his body like a fine mist or a silken veil. Unbeknownst to anyone, this paper-thin energy had already enveloped the entire venue. He had assumed the posture of a ruler.

As this formidable mental energy descended upon the hall, every expert there felt their heart tremble with terror. It felt like a toxin invading their nerves; despair took root as if a demon had crushed their spines, stripping them of any will to fight back.

Shen Ji used his mental energy threads to leap from the side corridor into the private box where Royce and the others were. Royce’s mental shield covered the entire box, so they remained unaffected for now.

“I was just about to look for you,” Royce said. “Where are Lei Yi and the others?”

“Waiting for us at the elevator.”

Akashus had already scouted a route. Lei Yi and Sha Mo were using their mental energy to protect the elevator entrance, ensuring it wasn’t disrupted by Sheng Lu’s energy.

When Royce and Shen Ji reached the elevator, they saw many corpses sprawled along the way, dead from various horrific causes. As the group reunited, a voice rang out: “Wait for me! Please wait for me!”

Several men, drenched in blood, came running with terrified expressions. They had escaped from another hall; it seemed Shaxing hadn’t just hit the auction, but had invaded the entirety of the Left and Right Cities. This place was being transformed from a noble’s paradise into a purgatory.

An old man in magnificent clothing appeared in the passage ahead: “Young man, I want to go in…”

Lei Yi was about to press the ‘hold’ button.

“Leave immediately,” Shen Ji stopped him.

As he spoke, a dense trap of silk threads filled the elevator entrance. He and Royce weren’t afraid, but Lei Yi and Sha Mo’s strength stood no chance against Shaxing, let alone Akashus. As for the others here—they were of no concern to him. There was no need for his team to pay the price for these people’s sins.

The royals and nobles who had barely managed to escape looked at the blocked passage and could only kneel on the ground, breaking down in tears and screaming in despair.

The elevator doors closed and began to descend. Akashus watched those desperate elites—some with smoking holes through their hollowed muscles—and felt a wave of gratitude toward the group. If not for them, he, as the Third Prince’s guard, would have died indiscriminately in this Shaxing massacre.

In a time like this, these “deities” had chosen to include him in their camp rather than abandon him.

“Thank you for being willing to accept an ‘unclean’ person like me.”

Lei Yi froze for a second, then patted his shoulder, laughing uproariously. “An unclean person… do Gaya people always talk like that?” Akashus stood there, embarrassed.

Royce pulled a necklace from his coat. Lei Yi’s eyes widened. “The Arrow of White Moonlight! When did you get that?”

“Before Sheng Lu released his mental energy, I took it from Guest Number 13.” Guest 13 had been the one to win the treasure.

“He agreed to let you take it?”

“Yes, he nodded,” Royce said with a slight smile.

If his skull falling off counts as a nod.

“I think we should take it back to study how the Gaya people managed to use mental energy to such an extreme degree.”

As they spoke, the elevator doors opened.

The Left and Right Cities were bathed in the glow of fire. Shen Ji saw a pale, dark silhouette standing there, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

“We’ll wait for you at the old spot.” Seeing Sheng Lu, Royce and the others felt a chill and, showing great social awareness, silently slipped away. Once again, they sacrificed Shen Ji to the demon.

Seeing the legendary demon up close, Akashus lost his wits entirely. His face turned pale, and he walked pressed tightly against Royce’s side.

Sheng Lu’s gaze was deep as he smiled. “Darling… why leave without saying a word?”

Shen Ji’s eyes were focused only on finding a weakness in this man.

“Little children shouldn’t come to places like this to play.” That ice-white face suddenly appeared in front of him, so close it almost kissed his cheek, but it was blocked by Shen Ji’s mental energy cocoon.

“Oh? I’ve been seen through?” Sheng Lu looked at him in surprise.

“Yes, you’re very obvious,” Shen Ji exposed him.

Perverts always stared glaringly at their targets, and Sheng Lu’s greedy eyes had been fixed on his face since the moment he appeared.

“D*mn, so close… almost kissed you. A young child’s skin is truly, truly tender…” Sheng Lu’s gaze was dazed. His expression could almost make one think he was engaged in something unspeakable. Furthermore, his hands had remained inside his trench coat pockets from the start, and he could even be seen fumbling for something within the fabric.

“…What are you doing?” Shen Ji said coldly. He suppressed the urge to curse him. Cursing him would only be a reward.

However, when Sheng Lu pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, Shen Ji realized his thoughts had likely been tainted by the demon’s subtle influence. Shen Ji—who never wasted energy on internal conflict—even felt a brief flicker of apology toward Sheng Lu for his previous assumption.

“Just looking for a pretty candy.” Sheng Lu used those porcelain-white hands to gently unwrap the bright, colorful candy paper.

His hands were slightly larger than average, with well-proportioned fingers and strong, slightly protruding veins. Holding a tiny candy actually displayed a sense of near-artistic beauty.

His garnet-red eyes stared unblinkingly at Shen Ji with an aggressive, twisted gaze. His reddish lips parted, revealing a tender red tongue, before he placed the candy in his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his lips curved into a satisfied arc.

Shen Ji was certain that in this single instant, Sheng Lu’s eyes had “taken” him more than twenty times!

He stared coldly at the madman. Reaching his limit, he finally hissed a curse: “Stop looking at me.”

He regretted it 0.0001 seconds later.

Sheng Lu’s gaze underwent a frantic qualitative change in a split second. A flush rose to his ice-white, jade-like face. His eyes widened slightly, shimmering with a fluid like moisture or tears, and his breathing became rapid and shallow. “Ah… don’t be angry… I’ll be good… good… Shen Ji… mmm…”

Indeed, he should not have rewarded him so easily.