14 The Third Knight

The guests were stunned, standing rooted on their places like statues. Some thought it was part of an act, some felt sorry for the prince and Ya Ying, but the overwhelming feeling was actually glee since they were witnessing something that never ever happened before especially in royal circles: the physical humiliation of a husband in the hands of his wronged wife. So, they did nothing. Just watched the free show and enjoyed most of it as they can.

Now, Shan Shan didn't actually thought it through, barging into her husband's private party alone and unaccompanied. She wanted revenge but she was also a novice in military tactics. She didn't recognize that she had already lost when her targets stirred, ready to take her down in whatever means necessary. She had done something stupid, which was hurt the ego of a man who considered himself god. This house, moreover, was his territory which Shan Shan had breached uninvited. After a stupid stunt like that which hurt and humiliated his majesty, nobody would even care if Shan Shan lost her life then and there. There were many ways to explain her death. One of them the convenient out of self immolation.

After the shock wore off, Ya Ying's brothers all rushed at Shan Shan with angry snarls. They were big men, with big yet empty heads but strong, stronger than Shan Shan who finally realized her mistake. Even then, she tried to defend herself by unfurling her whip. The first brother rushing at her was stung by it but he casually swatted it away by simply coiling the end around his arm then using it to pull Shan Shan forward.

Shan Shan tripped on her feet and as she went down a beefy arm followed her descent, obviously aiming for her head.

Before the arm could do its damage, however, a strange sound rang out. It was the sound of a sword leaving its scabbard. Then something light and black appeared next to Shan Shan, then the whooshing sound of a knife cutting meat, then a blood-curdling howl that shook the entire house.

The arm that Fan Bao cut with her sword fell on the tiled floor with a loud thud. The cut was clear and clean, there was barely any blood on it. The blood was on the other end of the arm, still attached to brother number one, who continued to howl and scream as the blood spurted and drenched his clothes.

It was an ugly yet strangely beautiful sight. There was the big goon covered in blood and howling on the floor. And then there were the two young girls, one was sprawled on the ground staring disbelievingly at the injured goon, and Fan Bao, standing above them, looking murderously grim, the hand covered by a long velvet glove clasping a sword at her side, the end of it drenched in blood.

Triggered by their injured brother, the two remaining Ya brothers regrouped and lunged at Fan Bao screaming blood. They were actually just making a move to make their lunge when she flew towards them. The blood- splattered sword was very efficient and thorough. The two Ya brothers fell to the ground, dead. Their heads had encountered Fan Bao's unrelenting blade and left their bodies without a sound. The silence was deafening. The fear thick.

Fan Bao looked at Shan Shan and uttered two words:

"Finish it."

Shan Shan didn't even blink. She grabbed her whip and aimed it at Nan Mi who charged at her with an angry howl. Husband and wife finally came to blows. Nan Mi was humiliated and angry. His wife, this crass and dirty drudge whom he only married for her money, actually had the nerve to defy him. She should have been grateful and gratified for catching a man like him. She should have been honored. And now, she made him angry. Nothing would please him more than anything now than to see her dead by his own hands. And after he kills her, he would take that little girl with the sword to his bed. He would kill Xiao Ping, too, if he gets in his way.

The trouble with men who thinks they were god's gift to mankind is that they don't really live in the same reality most people occupy every day for the rest of their lives. Nan Mi thinks Shan Shan is a dirty grubber for trying to make an honest living. He thinks she's the dirt beneath his expensive loafers. The worshipper to his god-like presence.

He kept thinking that even when Shan Shan continuously pounded his face and head with her fists and legs. Based on the target of her blows, Shan Shan displayed an unconscious physchological undertanding of men like her husband and used that knowledge to her advantage. Nan Mi was an egotist who worshipped no one but himself. He was a handsome man in love with his own image. A boastful man who prided himself with his great sexual prowess.

So, Shan Shan robbed him of the three, which hallowed him out as a man and as a human being. If Nan Mi had made even the little effort to know his wife, he would have known that Shan Shan was a prize-winning kickboxer known in international circuits as Jackie Shan. She had been a regular in many kickboxing tournaments since she was ten. There was even a documentary made about her after she won a prestigious award at age sixteen. Besides her kickboxing skills, Shan Shan's archery skills was nothing to sneeze at either. Not to mention that she's also good in chess and that she led her team to victory playing virtual games some months before her wedding.

Self-absorbed crown prince Nan Mi didn't know a fart about his wife except the fact that her father was worth $65 billion so he suffered because of his ignorance.

"Don't kill him," was Fan Bao's next command.

Shan Shan laughed then looked down at the broken body of what used to be His Highness, the crown prince Nan Mi lying unmoving at her feet. His beautiful face was battered. His cheeks were torn. His eyes were shut tight, weighed down by the heavy puffy lids. The mouth that kissed so expertly and so passionately were missing several teeth. The lips were swollen to the size of a blood-filled leech. There was a hole on his right cheek, which matched the end of her stilleto heels. He attempted to ran, so she kicked him and accidently stabbed her shoe on his face. Accidents happen, right?

Now, there was only one thing to do but before that...

All this time, the guests remained rooted to their original spots since the conflict started. They have not made a move ever since Fan Bao coolly and ruthlessly cut the arm of Ya brother number one then removed the inconvenient heads of the two remaining Ya brothers with her sword.

Ya Ying meanwhile was completely out of it. The coming out party she had been expecting and dreaming about had turned into a fucking nightmare. She had wanted Nan Mi to punish Shan Shan's impudence for gatecrashing her party but who would have thought the stupid girl was that strong and Nan Mi, the polo-playing prince and sexual connoisseur, could be that weak. Shan Shan actually trashed and trounced him like he was a faggot with wimpy arms.

Then her elder brother lost an arm and her other brothers killed, Ya Ying nearly went insane. She was scared to attack her brothers' sword-wielding killer so she did the next best thing and attacked Shan Shan with a table knife. She hadn't even taken two steps before she was caught and dragged back. It was the sword-wielding girl again. Who was she anyway?

Fan Bao had anticipated Ya Ying's move and quickly removed the necklace around her neck. When she flicked the snake-like necklace, it unfurled and turned into a thin rope, which she used as a lasso to catch Ya Ying and stop her from attacking Shan Shan.

With her husband now down for the count, Shan Shan finally turned her attention on her rival. Ya Ying was a tall and curvaceous woman made for sex. Shan Shan was tall but she was thin, her breasts were not as bountiful as Ya Ying's but her fists and legs were lithe and strong, able to squeeze a man's head between her thighs until he died from either pleasure or pain.

The beating that Ya Ying received from Shan Shan was actually pretty excessive. They were basically fighting for the rights to a useless prick somebody from planet Venus would consider food and nothing else. But Shan Shan knew something that Nan Mi didn't. It was Ya Ying who spread the word about her bogus insanity to her media friends. And along with her father, had plotted to get rid of Shan Shan by having her committed to an institution but not before signing off her riches to Nan Mi. Nan Mi only wanted to divorce Shan Shan, expecting a large pay off plus a substantial alimony every month. Ya Ying wanted the entire empire built by Shan Shan's father. The clause that Shan Shan would have signed while off to the institution she goes was to give Nan Mi power of attorney over her finances, including future earnings and legacies she might receive after the death of her parents. As Nan Mi's lover, Ya Ying was in an excellent position to manipulate him. She had been doing it for years so it was easy peasy for her.

It was really a very clever plan. Unfortunately, someone discovered it and informed Shan Shan.

Shan Shan smiled at the woman who almost ruined her name and her life. She was not angry. Instead, she was calm but brutal. The punches she delivered to Ya Ying's face and body echoed her own determination to win back her life at all cost. Ten minutes later, she stopped and looked at Fan Bao, who silently handed her the gleaming sword.

There was the sound of a rip, a tear and Ya Ying stood battered yet naked in front of them.

Five men suddenly entered the room from a door near the stairs. The men were burly, muscular and dirty. They didn't even look at the well-dressed guests, nor at the food displayed on the long table. They went straight for Ya Ying and proceeded to fondle and mashed her body until she screamed in mingled fear and shock.

Ya Ying, the beautiful daughter of a horse breeder, the wife of a disgraced military man, and the favorite and pampered consort of crown prince Nan Mi, was savagely and brutally raped in front of 200 hundred well-heeled guests who did nothing but stood there, watching the sordid scene still frozen in shock.

Feng Gan stared at Fan Bao who met his gaze without shame or fear. Fan Bao looked calm yet cruelly gloating. She watched as Shan Shan dragged the groaning body of the prince and put it where Nan Mi could easily witness Ya Ying's sexual degradation. It was a brutal scene. The men were cold and relentless. They were there to humiliate this woman whose brothers and father did the same act to their wives and daughters. Ya Ying's body was treated as nothing more than meat eaten then pooped out when done.

Nan Mi cried for perhaps the first time in his life. But his ordeal was not over yet. From out of nowhere, Shan Shan suddenly whipped out a 12-inch black vibrator and yelled before ramming it inside Nan Mi's unprepared back hole: "Hey, Bai Chang An, got this inspiration from your so insightful video."

There was smothered laughter. A switch light went on and a spotlight suddenly isolated the ex-prime minister's wife in its beam. Bai Chang An was livid. She tried running away but the spotlight followed her everywhere she goes. She tried opening the door but discovered that it was locked from the outside. The guests who laughed at her humiliation suddenly caught her panic. They ran to the door and tried to force it open but it won't budge. The door remained shut however hard they try to pry it apart. Some ran to the windows but discovered that they were also barred from the outside. Even their celfones didn't work because there was no signal. It was if all of them were trapped in a nightmare that had no way of ending.

The five burly men finally let Ya Ying go. Shan Shan turned the power off the vibrator which not only destroyed Nan Mi's second virginity but fried his sanity.

The burly men zipped up their pants and prepared to leave. One of them, however, stopped before the prone body of Ya brother number one and turned to look at Fan Bao. Fan Bao lazily handed him the sword.

"No, please no," whimpered Ya Ying, crawling on her belly to reach her brother's body.

The man, however, was deaf to any pleas. He plunged the sword on the Ya brother's skull with so much force the sword actually chipped the tile beneath the head until it broke.

The man stared at his handiwork then pulled the sword out and handed it back to Fan Bao, who flicked it free of blood and expertly sheathed it back on its scabbard.

"My daughter was fifteen," he said in a lifeless tone. "She was walking home after attending practice for a school play when these lawless goons kidnapped and raped her. It broke her mother's heart and she left us. My daughter committed suicide. I tried to file a police report but this whore's father interfered. Then the prince sent them away. They came back and did it again to another girl and another."

Fan Bao looked at him.

"Would you like to have a go at him?" she said, indicating the prince, who lay whimpering and sobbing on the floor.

The man didn't answer. Instead, he walked towards Nan Mi, turned him around and unzipped his pants. The rape was even uglier than what the men did to Ya Ying. The sexual act was not merely an act of revenge but an attempt at the cleansing of some painful memories buried in the deepest corners of his gut. The man sobbed while he pumped himself in and out of Nan Mi's unresponsive ass. He didn't even come after the act. His penis was dry and limp. But it was enough that he did the act of penetrating the prince. Nan Mi was heaving on the floor, dry sobs wracking his bruised and beaten body.

"What will you do to him?" Fan Bao asked Shan Shan.

"I won't divorce him. I paid for the privilege of marrying him in the first place. Sixty million is peanuts compared to what I've won from this sham marriage," she said then turned to look at the still silent guests. "You will not say anything because I own most of you. As for the members of the press, breathe a word of this little incident and I will fucking destroy each and everyone of you. It wouldn't cost a dime to kill you and your entire family. In fact, I will be doing the world a favor since all you write anyway are fake news, right?

I will not, however, tolerate those people who spread the gossip about my so-called insanity. That I cannot and will not forgive. Whoever you might be who had a hand in it, and I know each and everyone of you, you better fucking resign from your job and ran as far away from me as possible or I will bankrupt you or have your favorite daughter or sister or mother raped as payment. This is not a threat, people, but a promise. You're all dismissed!"