God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 161: The Cross-Dressing big shot

At that moment, a sharp scream echoed from the next table.

Alexander turned his head and saw that the commotion came from Jonathan King's group.

Several thuggish-looking men had grabbed a wavy-haired "girl" in a white T-shirt and were pressing her down next to Jonathan King.

Mark froze for a moment before realizing something.

"Huh? Isn't that the cross-dressing big shot?"

Then, with a smirk, he put on a look of eager anticipation.

"Kidnapping a damsel in distress, but ending up with a cross-dressing guy?

I wonder what Jonathan King's reaction will be when he realizes she's actually a man! Hahaha."

Sure enough, after Jonathan King's hands wandered over "her" body, his face turned green.

Feeling a gaze on him, he turned to the next table.

Mark gave him a big thumbs-up.

Jonathan King's expression darkened. He felt utterly humiliated.

He slapped each of the thugs in turn and then dragged the "wavy-haired girl" toward the stage.

When they reached the edge of the stage, Jonathan King grabbed the "girl" by the neck with one hand and lifted her off the ground.

One loose grip, and the "girl" would fall into the pit, where the twin-headed demonic tiger waited hungrily.

"Ahhh!!"

The "girl" widened her eyes in terror, kicking her legs frantically and grabbing at Jonathan King's arm in a desperate bid for mercy.

The guards of Happy Valley quickly realized what Jonathan King was about to do.

This spoiled young master was going to feed the "girl" to the monster!

But when they recognized Jonathan King's face, the guards hesitated.

He was the son of the deputy director, while the "girl" looked like an ordinary prostitute.

There was no point ruining Jonathan King's fun and risking offending someone so powerful.

Some of the onlookers began to cheer, and a few even whistled, feeling their trip tonight had been worth it.

They had seen monsters devour gladiators before, but when had anyone ever witnessed a person being fed to one?

The fact that the victim was a stunning beauty only heightened their morbid curiosity.

A few others in the crowd looked on with regret, hatred, or sorrow.

In this chaotic world, how many still retained even a shred of kindness?

To demonstrate his combat talent as an awakened fighter, Jonathan King lifted the "girl" high above his head.

The high-ranking guests in the front rows erupted in cheers once again.

Mark froze at the sight, his whole body stiffening.

"What is that idiot doing? Is he insane?!"

Jonathan King smiled faintly, wearing an air of dominance, as he tossed the "girl" into the arena.

The "girl's" face turned ashen, her eyes hollow. She stared at the twin-headed demonic tiger's greedy gaze.

Just then, a chubby figure streaked across the arena like a blur.

Mark had activated his ability, Airflow Manipulation, burning spiritual energy to move through the air as if swimming in the sea.

He landed in the arena holding the "girl." Despite his ordinary looks, his heroic pose gave off a sense of reliability.

The twin-headed demonic tiger licked its fangs—two for the price of one?

"That's Captain Ruffelo!"

Several guards gasped when they saw Mark, their faces paling in fear.

If Captain Ruffelo died here, their lives wouldn't be worth living.

The twin-headed demonic tiger crouched, ready to pounce.

"Meat Grinder!" Mark roared.

A towering figure in the audience roared back, snapping out of a daze. Wielding a massive battle-axe, Meat Grinder charged into the arena to intercept the beast.

The crowd erupted in exclamations, unable to look away from the spectacle.

Tonight had proven to be quite the show.

While Meat Grinder tangled with the beast, Mark grabbed the "girl's" hand and grimly ascended the steps back toward the audience.

Jonathan King froze for a moment before clutching his stomach and laughing mockingly.

"Hahaha, Young Master Ruffelo, playing the hero? Do you even know the 'beauty' in your arms is a man?"

His words dripped with derision and ridicule.

The frustration of losing money earlier that evening seemed to melt away as he unleashed his scorn.

The high-ranking guests of White Mountain City turned their gazes to the "wavy-haired beauty," their eyes narrowing in curiosity.

Indeed, the "girl" looked stunning, with a perfect figure that seemed even more alluring under the bar's flashing lights.

As Jonathan King stormed off, the high-ranking guests shifted their gazes back to the "wavy-haired beauty."

A closer look at her chest—flat.

A sharp eye noticed an Adam's apple.

The upper echelons of White Mountain City exchanged amused looks, their minds running wild with speculation.

The son of the Commissioner and the son of the Deputy Commissioner, feuding over a beauty, only for that "beauty" to turn out to be a man!

Jonathan King realized this earlier, flew into a rage, and tried to kill the "beauty."

Unaware of the truth, Captain Ruffelo swooped in heroically to save her.

What a spectacle.

But now, how would Captain Ruffelo handle this farce?

Mark's face darkened as he stepped forward and slapped Jonathan King across the face.

The bystanders froze.

Jonathan King, clutching his cheek in disbelief, yelled, "You hit me over a cross-dresser?!"

Mark's hand flew again, delivering another slap.

"You idiot! How dare you try to feed someone to the monsters in Happy Valley?!

Are you trying to destroy this place?!"

Happy Valley was built by the Commissioner to generate revenue and offer a space to release the stress of the apocalypse.

In the Commissioner's vision, Happy Valley was meant to replicate the bars of the pre-apocalypse world—a sanctuary in White Mountain City.

Here, there was no oppression, no apocalyptic dread.

Instead, people found the joy of music and dancing, and the thrill of warriors battling monsters.

Because of Happy Valley's existence, rebellion had been kept at bay.

Why revolt when you could gather resources and experience pre-apocalypse luxury again?

But if the elites began to humiliate and even feed commoners to monsters in Happy Valley, the very meaning of the place would be destroyed.

Unfortunately, Jonathan King didn't grasp the nuance.

His face flushed red as he shrieked, "How dare you hit me?! Screw you!

A pack of wolves pretending to be Little Red Riding Hood!

My father's the Deputy Commissioner!

Why can't I kill a couple of lowlives?!

Just you wait—I'll make you pay for this!"

Jonathan King, having thoroughly embarrassed himself, spat a threat and turned to leave.

"Stop!" Mark's voice rang out from behind.

Jonathan King paused, his expression dark.

Mark continued, "Don't forget our bet.

If you won't pay up, I'll ask your father directly."

Jonathan King let out a cold snort and walked away without looking back.

Mark, still fuming, dragged the "wavy-haired beauty" back to his seat.

The "beauty" had recognized Alexander and now recognized Mark as well.

In just one day, this chubby officer had saved her twice.

She also knew his identity—Captain Ruffelo, a high-ranking official.

Seated, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Alexander, meanwhile, smiled faintly, giving Mark a look filled with curiosity.

Mark, noticing Alexander's gaze, panicked and quickly clarified, "I'm not into him!

I just…"

Alexander took a sip of his drink and interjected, "You were worried Jonathan King would retaliate against him.

If he were to die the next day, the whole city would know that Happy Valley is still just a hunting ground for the powerful—a place that's anything but safe.

In that case, your father's hard work would all go to waste."

Mark froze for a moment, then sighed.

"Alexander, you haven't changed one bit."

Alexander chuckled softly.

"You've changed quite a lot."

After finishing his words, Alexander poured a glass of wine and handed it to the "wavy-haired beauty," his voice gentle.

"Here, drink this—it'll help calm your nerves."

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