Manipulative Harem God

"Catastrate him!"

"Catastrate him!"

"Catastrate him!"

But it was too late—People were standing now, shouting over each other, ready to riot against Long Tian.

A rough-looking man from the back spat on the floor and snarled, "He deserves to be strung up by his balls for this shit! Fucking coward can't get women unless he forces them!"

Another voice called out, full of anger. "Where's the justice? If this was my little sister, I'd beat him to death with my bare hands!"

A woman near the front, her eyes gleaming with rage, shouted, "Chu Yaoyao should've killed him back then! She was too merciful! Finish him now!"

The whole auction hall was one breath away from turning into a full-blown mob.

Zhang Wei, still calm amidst the chaos, leaned back in his chair, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

He glanced at Chu Yaoyao, who was still glaring daggers at Long Tian, her chest rising and falling with barely controlled rage. "Well, looks like the party's really started now."

Tang Lifen, still wiping tears from her eyes, glanced at Zhang Wei. "That escalated fast..."

Long Tian, trying to salvage his shredded pride, stood up in his VIP box, his face twisted with rage. "Pathetic! This lying bitch is trying to ruin me! I never touched her! You all think you know the truth?! You don't know shit! I'm not the monster she's painting me to be!"

But the crowd wasn't listening. The more he spoke, the more they sneered at him.

"You ain't got a shred of dignity left, you pathetic fuck! Sit the hell down before we come up there and beat the truth out of you!"

"Yeah! You've been acting high and mighty for too long, Long Tian! We all know the truth now—predator scum!"

More voices echoed through the hall, filled with rage and disgust.

"That's why you're always so arrogant! You overcompensate 'cause you're a weak-ass coward!"

"Shut the fuck up, Long Tian! You've been exposed—just accept you're a lowlife piece of shit!"

Jiang Yueqing, seeing the hall dangerously close to erupting into violence, slammed her gavel down again, her voice desperate. "ENOUGH! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MORE OUTBURSTS!"

But the insults kept coming, and the entire atmosphere had turned dark, hostile, and completely unmanageable.

Jiang Yueqing's face was a mask of forced calm as she tried once more. "This is a civilized event! If we do not regain control, we'll all lose face! Long Tian, Chu Yaoyao, this is your final warning—any more disruptions, and I'll have both of you removed from this auction!"

Chu Yaoyao, her rage finally cooling, shot one last venomous glare at Long Tian before settling back in her chair, her arms folded. "Fine. Let's see if you can still act tough once this is over, Long Tian. But just know, I'm not done with you."

The crowd simmered down—though barely—murmurs of disgust and anger still buzzing through the hall like an electric current.

Long Tian, trembling with fury, sat down, though his eyes were full of hatred as they locked onto Chu Yaoyao.

Zhang Wei leaned back, his smirk never fading. "Well, Princess… I'd say you're worthy of being my disciple after all!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" Chu Yaoyao cracked up, throwing her head back in laughter. As she rubbed her nose in her smug victory, her ample breasts jiggled with the movement, and Zhang Wei's eye twitched, flickering downward for just a second before he forced himself to look away.

It wasn't that Zhang Wei was a saint, far from it. Brother Zhang was many things, but above all, he had an image to maintain in public.

Magnanimous, composed, untouchable—that was the legend of Zhang Wei.

The last thing he needed was to look like a perverted idiot ogling his own disciple's assets.

"Focus, Zhang, focus," he muttered under his breath, clearing his throat to regain his composure.

But Tang Lifen, ever the observant one, had a look of confusion on her face as she turned to Chu Yaoyao. "Wait... You made this all up?" Her eyebrows shot up, genuinely surprised.

Chu Yaoyao flashed her a smug grin, clearly proud of herself. "Well, that bastard did *try* to kill me once, but rape?" She snorted. "Nah, even he has some principles… if you can call them that." She waved her hand dismissively.

Tang Lifen blinked, her mind spinning. "So… all of that… was a lie?"

Chu Yaoyao shrugged, her grin widening. "What can I say? Sometimes you gotta make the crowd dance a little. And look at them—" she gestured toward the crowd, "—they ate it up like hungry dogs. Long Tian's reputation is in the gutter now. And that's exactly what we wanted, right?"

Tang Lifen was still processing when her gaze drifted to the back of the hall. Her eyes suddenly sharpened, and a realization dawned on her.

"No way…" she muttered, her expression hardening. She spotted a group of figures in the shadows—members of the Iron Syndicate, a gang led by Iron Fist, who not too long ago had been beaten into submission by Zhang Wei.

The pieces clicked together. It wasn't just a random tirade. It was all an elaborate act. A manipulation that had played the entire auction house like a puppet on strings.

Zhang Wei's plan all along had been to isolate Long Tian and, by extension, the Chen family, who were sheltering him.

By painting Long Tian as a would-be rapist, a predator, they had stirred the pot so violently that all the major factions in the auction hall now viewed him with disgust.

The Chen family, once a respected and powerful force, would be forced to distance themselves from Long Tian or face public outrage.

Tang Lifen's eyes widened, her voice filled with disbelief. "So that's why… You used the entire auction house to turn everyone against the Chen family."

Zhang Wei grinned lazily, tapping his fingers against the armrest of his chair. "What can I say? The best battles are fought without lifting a single sword." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "Let the crowd do the dirty work. They're more vicious than any blade."

Chu Yaoyao puffed out her chest proudly. "And who better to stir up a mob than me? Long Tian's finished. After this, even if the Chen family wanted to protect him, they'd be too ashamed to show their faces in public."

From the back of the room, members of the Iron Syndicate nodded subtly toward Zhang Wei's box, signaling that everything was going according to plan.

The seeds of chaos had been planted, and now the entire auction hall was turning its back on Long Tian and the Chen family.

In the crowd, whispers grew louder.

"I can't believe the Chen family was sheltering someone like that."

"Yeah, if they keep backing Long Tian after this, they're just as guilty."

"We should boycott them—who wants to deal with a family that protects predators?"

Zhang Wei stretched in his chair, looking utterly at ease. He glanced toward Jiang Yueqing, who was still desperately trying to maintain control of the situation. "She'll be busy for a while," he mused aloud, amused by how easily everything had fallen into place.

Tang Lifen finally let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "You're a devil..."

Zhang Wei grinned. "I prefer the term strategist."

The trap had been laid, the performance executed to perfection, and now Zhang Wei could sit back and watch the fallout. Enjoy new stories from m-v l'e|-NovelBin.net

Long Tian was finished, the Chen family's reputation was hanging by a thread, and Zhang Wei had managed it all without breaking a sweat.

And as for Chu Yaoyao? Well, she'd earned her spot as Zhang Wei's disciple in the best way possible.

She would probably face backlash as well—these dynasties put their reputation above everything.

As the only princess of the dynasty, she definitely stirred the pot today. But that also showed her commitment, and Brother loved committed women!