Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time

Chapter 924: The Harsh Mistress Love Wine

Compared to the other female disciples Mistress Love Wine was practically the pinnacle of normalcy.

Which, considering the current situation, was a rather terrifying realization.

Lady Rot Rose took a slow drag from her pipe and watched the unfolding scene with great satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Han Yu had reached the edge of his patience.

"Can you not find someone else to torment?" he said, rubbing his forehead. "I am certain there are countless men lining up for your attention."

Mistress Love Wine froze.

Then her expression changed.

Her lips trembled.

Her eyes shimmered.

Tears began to gather.

"I see..." she said softly, her voice trembling. "You wish to push me away..."

Han Yu stared at her, utterly unimpressed.

"You are acting."

"I am heartbroken!" she insisted.

A tear slid down her cheek.

"I only have eyes for good men," she continued sorrowfully, "and in this sect... there are so few of them."

Han Yu’s eye twitched.

"There are thirteen Legacy Disciples," he said dryly. "Surely you can find someone among them."

Mistress Love Wine suddenly stopped crying.

Then she laughed.

It was a bright, almost musical laugh, completely at odds with the sadness she had displayed moments ago.

"Oh, Ju Fan..." she said, shaking her head. "The Legacy Disciples?"

She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

"They are all freaks."

Han Yu raised a brow.

"Freaks?"

Mistress Love Wine nodded seriously.

Then she began pointing.

First, at Daoist Blood Pool.

"That one," she said, "is a muscle obsessed brute. A walking pile of flexing meat. A muscle freak."

Daoist Blood Pool froze.

Then his eyes widened.

"What did you say!?" he bellowed.

Mistress Love Wine ignored him and pointed at Daoist Snake Face.

"That one is a snake freak. Always smiling like he knows something you don’t. Probably sheds his skin in private."

Daoist Snake Face simply smiled.

He did not deny it.

Then she pointed at Master Swamp Leech.

"And that one..."

She paused dramatically.

"...is a leech freak."

There was silence.

Daoist Blood Pool slammed his hands onto the table.

"YOU LACK TASTE!" he roared. "Muscles are the pinnacle of beauty! Strength is the ultimate expression of masculinity!"

RIP!

He flexed so hard his robes tore at the shoulders with a loud ripping sound.

His veins bulged.

His muscles seemed to double in size.

"THIS!" he declared proudly, "is what women should admire!"

Mistress Love Wine glanced at him lazily.

"You look like a walking sack of overcooked meat."

Daoist Blood Pool nearly fainted from outrage.

Daoist Snake Face poured himself another cup of wine, utterly unbothered.

Master Swamp Leech...

Remained still.

At least, at first.

Then...

A strange sound emerged.

"Buuuh..."

Han Yu blinked.

"...huuu..."

Han Yu turned slowly.

"Is he... crying?" he asked.

"Buuuhuuuuuuu!"

That seemed to trigger something.

Suddenly Master Swamp Leech broke down completely.

His entire body began to tremble as wet, unpleasant sounds echoed from beneath his robes. Slime began leaking from his mouth while the leech like appendages on his fingers wriggled erratically.

"WHY DOES LOVE WINE HATE MEEEEEE!"

The sound was so grotesque that even Han Yu instinctively leaned back.

Mistress Love Wine recoiled slightly.

Then she wrinkled her nose.

"See?" she said. "Now he is a whiny crying baby leech freak."

"BUUUHUUUUUU!"

That only made things worse.

"LOVE WINE DESPISES MEEEEE!"

Daoist Blood Pool laughed again, though he tried to hide it behind a cough.

Daoist Snake Face calmly sipped his wine as if this was a completely normal occurrence.

Lady Rot Rose exhaled a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying every moment.

Han Yu covered his face with one hand.

’What kind of gathering is this...’

Mistress Love Wine turned back to him as if nothing unusual had happened.

"You see?" she said sweetly. "Compared to them..."

She leaned closer again, her voice soft and warm.

"You are the only one I like."

Han Yu slowly lowered his hand.

"No."

Mistress Love Wine blinked.

"No?"

"No," Han Yu repeated firmly. "Find someone else."

She smiled.

"No."

Han Yu felt his headache intensify.

Around them, the other Legacy Disciples continued watching, completely entertained.

And somewhere in the background...

Master Swamp Leech was still crying.

It took far longer than Han Yu had expected for Master Swamp Leech to calm down.

At first Han Yu thought the man would stop after a few awkward moments. Instead the crying only worsened. Wet gurgling noises echoed from beneath the robes while slimy tears dripped from the leech-like mouth onto the floor of the pavilion.

The servants standing nearby with trays of food in their hands had expressions of pure terror as they watched the scene unfold. They had arrived a few minutes ago and had no idea what to do with the situation inside.

And unfortunately for them, their Lady did not give them any further orders so they were forced to stay.

"Love Wine despises me..." Master Swamp Leech whimpered again, his shoulders shaking.

Mistress Love Wine groaned and leaned back against her seat dramatically.

"You are overreacting," she complained. "I only called you a leech freak six times."

"SEVEN!" Master Swamp Leech cried miserably. "Now." He added.

Han Yu rubbed his temples.

He had genuinely not expected this.

All this time he had assumed Master Swamp Leech was like the rest of the upper echelon of the sect. Cold. Ruthless. Detached. A monster wrapped in human skin.

Instead...

The man was emotionally fragile beyond belief.

Han Yu could feel dense waves of Sadness Eight Emotions Energy flowing from him nonstop. The energy was so rich that Han Yu almost felt guilty absorbing it.

Almost.

He realized then that Master Swamp Leech’s strange appearance had hidden his emotions all this time. It was difficult to tell what the man was feeling when his face resembled a mutated swamp parasite.

Apparently beneath all that horror... Was an extremely sensitive man.

Han Yu sighed internally.

’This sect truly has every kind of lunatic.’

Still, he eventually decided to help calm the situation before the gathering completely derailed and it became a greater headache.