Chapter 61: The Young Overlord

“Sigh, forget it. You didn’t do anything wrong. But… where is this place? And why is there a great white shark here?” Fang Yuan sighed helplessly. He genuinely couldn’t bring himself to be strict with Chong Chong.

“I don’t know either. That driver uncle and those people he met brought me here,” Chong Chong explained. No sooner had he finished speaking than Fang Yuan heard footsteps behind him.

Unable to resist, Fang Yuan turned to look and saw a thin, small man approaching him, followed by several tall, imposing individuals.

“This one looks pretty decent today,” the thin man said, eyeing Fang Yuan with a roguish grin. “You look sturdy enough. If you perform well later, I might reward you.”

The thin man’s name was Zhang Baohe, the youngest son of the second-largest shareholder of Black Sail Group. It was said Chairman Zhang doted on this youngest son immensely. Baohe had been sickly since childhood.

Baohe was always smaller than his peers growing up. At first, Chairman Zhang and his wife didn’t pay much attention, thinking boys sometimes develop late and that he’d catch up in time. But by the age of ten, Baohe still looked no taller than a six or seven-year-old. Only then did they realize the seriousness of the situation.

They took Baohe to many hospitals. Eventually, it was confirmed that he’d suffered a genetic infection in the womb, stunting his bone development. Doctors said his height would never exceed one meter sixty in his lifetime.

Unwilling to accept this, the Zhangs had his bones tested again, but the result was the same—he would never grow taller than one meter sixty.

His childhood nickname was Little Bao. He had two older brothers, both towering over one meter eighty. Yet at twenty-two, Little Bao was only about one meter fifty-five tall.

Chairman Zhang blamed himself for not noticing his son’s abnormality sooner; perhaps had he acted earlier, medical intervention might have helped him grow taller. Out of guilt, they showered Little Bao with every possible affection, never hesitating to fulfill his every wish.

This villa was purchased because Little Bao wanted a place of his own, quiet and secluded. So they bought it for him as his personal retreat.

Little Bao only visited occasionally, spending most of his time with his parents. He didn’t care for keeping puppies or kittens, finding them unremarkable, so he built a massive pool on the rooftop and kept a great white shark in it.

A great white shark isn’t the largest sea creature, but it’s the undisputed king of the ocean, fierce and formidable. That was precisely why Little Bao loved it so much; seeing the shark felt like seeing another side of himself.

Fang Yuan glanced at the “child” before him, but felt uneasy inside.

In those eyes, Fang Yuan could see a hint of malice. This must be the villa’s owner. It wasn’t surprising, really; such malice is only cultivated when one is the recipient of boundless indulgence from an early age.

“What did you mean by what you just said?” Fang Yuan asked calmly, glancing at the pool where the great white shark watched them with predatory intent, as if suddenly understanding something.

Still, Fang Yuan only mused for a moment; he couldn’t truly believe someone would go that far.

“Master, why do I feel like that great white shark is looking at us as if we’re its meal?” Chong Chong muttered anxiously. The shark hovered at the glass, its eyes fixed on them—no, on Fang Yuan.

“Nonsense. It looks at everyone like that,” Fang Yuan replied with a laugh.

He’d never encountered a great white shark up close before; this was his first time. Even without knowing much about them, their notorious reputation was enough to make anyone wary.

That Fang Yuan could still smile and answer Chong Chong’s question meant he hadn’t yet realized what was about to happen.

“Someone, get this gentleman changed,” Little Bao ordered with a smile.

Only then did Fang Yuan notice someone behind Little Bao holding a white outfit, adorned with vivid colors.

Change clothes? What kind of game was this?

He’d been prepared for trouble, but when he heard Little Bao order him to change into a colorful jumpsuit, his face twisted with disbelief.

“Kid, don’t tell me you have some peculiar fetish. If that’s the case, you’ve picked the wrong guy. Careful, or I might accidentally ruin you,” Fang Yuan warned sternly; he wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

“Master, why does he want you to change clothes?” Chong Chong asked curiously.

“It’s a special kind of hobby. But, Chong Chong, you must remember—if you ever meet someone with such tastes, stay far away,” Fang Yuan advised, though he realized Chong Chong was unlikely to encounter such situations.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!” As the man with the clothes approached to strip him, Fang Yuan spun around and twisted the man’s arm.

“Well, you’re full of surprises. I like you even more now. Someone, tie him up!” Little Bao’s smile grew ever more chilling.

More people appeared from behind Little Bao, moving toward Fang Yuan at his command.

“Master, here’s your chance! Let’s toss them all into the pool, shall we?” Chong Chong said excitedly.

Such an opportunity was rare indeed. Remembering the fright he’d suffered earlier, Chong Chong was furious. If possible, he truly hoped Fang Yuan would throw them all into the pool, letting them dance with the shark.

“Chong Chong, we can’t do such inhumane things. You mustn’t behave like that in the future,” Fang Yuan instructed seriously, hoping Chong Chong would live quietly and honestly.

As he spoke, he was already engaged in battle with them. These weren’t ordinary thugs; their moves were swift and unpredictable. At first, Fang Yuan suffered some setbacks.

But as the fight continued, Fang Yuan discerned their patterns. He could now anticipate where their next strike would come from. Within minutes, he had already knocked down several.

As he caught his breath, Fang Yuan felt a warm current coursing through his body.