Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 15

Crab!

Wasn’t this basically delivering himself straight to the beating?

Li Cheng swallowed hard. “So you mean… I’m definitely getting beaten up today?”

【Pretty much…】

Li Cheng bolted backward, originally planning to lure his attackers into a side alley for a good counterattack—but now he was being told not to fight back.

Wouldn’t that just mean walking straight into a trap and letting them pummel him?

He glanced ahead. The alley was blocked. On both sides stood low brick walls.

Behind him, the three men had already caught up.

“Why’d you stop running?”

Li Cheng turned around, arms crossed, his face indifferent. “What do you want?”

“What do we want?” The burly man in the middle gave a cold snort. “A boss sent us to give you a little reminder.”

He didn’t finish explaining who that boss was, but Li Cheng could easily guess.

Chen Qiu wasn’t the type to take a loss quietly.

Of course he’d send people for payback.

Li Cheng clenched his fists, his mood turning complicated.

If he didn’t fight back, being publicly beaten might actually help shift public opinion in his favor.

As a public figure, it could even earn him some sympathy.

But if he did fight… tomorrow’s headlines were practically guaranteed.

A celebrity’s messy emotions displayed for everyone to see—no matter who was right or wrong—it was still humiliating.

And once gossip took off, things would only get worse.

He was lost in thought when he saw Yan Xun running up behind the men. Strangely, Li Cheng felt a wave of relief.

The group turned at the sound of footsteps.

They were underground fighters scraping by to survive, and none of them recognized Yan Xun. Even if they did, they only cared about money, not faces.

The leader sneered. “Another one? Fine, we’ll take him too.”

One of the men frowned slightly, eyeing Yan Xun. “Wait, isn’t he familiar? Hasn’t he been in the papers?”

“Who cares?” the leader growled. “We got paid. Boss says the longer he stays in the hospital, the bigger the payout.”

His grip tightened around the steel rod, eyes flashing red with greed.

“Get them!”

At his command, they all lunged forward, swinging their rods at Li Cheng.

Li Cheng’s gaze turned cold and vicious. He caught one man’s wrist, spun sharply, and in the same motion kicked another square in the abdomen.

At that moment, a third swung a rod toward Li Cheng’s head.

He couldn’t dodge in time.

“Ah—”

Yan Xun’s leg shot out in a precise side kick, slamming into the attacker’s neck and throwing him to the ground.

After a few exchanges, the thugs realized both their opponents were trained fighters.

They stopped underestimating them.

The fight grew more serious.

Li Cheng was losing patience.

He figured the paparazzi’s “scoop” was just for profit.

Usually, they’d first show the photos and videos to a star’s management company or the celebrity themselves—if the price was right, they’d keep it quiet.

That was how paparazzi made money.

Fine, then. He’d just buy the footage himself.

As that thought crossed his mind, his fingers twitched slightly.

A faint crimson mist of spiritual energy coiled around his fingertips, growing denser and redder.

Across from him, Yan Xun’s expression flickered—shock mixed with something unreadable.

He was staring directly at Li Cheng’s hand.

Li Cheng froze. Wait—he can see my divine power?

【Fox Host, I think he really can…】

Ah Keng sounded dazed.

How could any mortal perceive the divine energy of the Fox Host?

Unless…

Yan Xun’s identity wasn’t ordinary.

Li Cheng thought grimly, Dig up his family history. I want to know everything.

【Scanning Yan Xun’s records across all primordial timelines…】

【Unknown data corruption ↺%キ⊆&ァ&。】

【Unable to identify.】

【Fox Host, I… I don’t have clearance to access Yan Xun’s primordial identity.】

Li Cheng sighed. “Could this situation get any weirder?”

【Fox Host, please be cautious.】

To avoid frightening Yan Xun, Li Cheng flicked his wrist and withdrew his power.

When another steel rod swung toward him, he met it barehanded once more.

Yan Xun, startled for only a second, quickly joined the fight.

The men, desperate for their payout, grew increasingly ruthless.

Yan Xun kicked away one who had been about to strike Li Cheng from behind.

Then, seizing the moment, he grabbed Li Cheng’s wrist and bolted out of the alley.

He was running fast—shockingly fast.

It wasn’t like him at all.

Normally, his rule in a fight was simple: If I lose a fingernail, you lose a limb.

But now, with Li Cheng here, all he wanted was to keep him safe.

When he saw one thug pull a knife from his ankle holster, panic flared in his chest.

He didn’t even understand why—only that he couldn’t let Li Cheng get hurt.

And so, for the first time ever…

The distinguished Young Master Yan turned tail and ran.

Li Cheng let Yan Xun drag him along.

The wind brushed coolly across his face, and Yan Xun’s shirt fluttered just ahead of him.

Behind them, the men gave chase.

The leader, furious, realized they were almost at the main road.

If they got away now, no one would pay them.

He raised his steel rod and hurled it forward with all his might.

It was heavy, and the force was deadly—if it hit a head, even lightly, it could cause a concussion or worse.

【Fox Host, incoming attack detected.】

【Target: Fox Host.】

【Trajectory deviation detected—impact target: Yan Xun.】