At this moment, Zhao Delong was in an unprecedentedly disheveled state.

He shaved off his once meticulously styled hair, leaving only a ridiculous layer of stubble.

His prized designer jacket had long been removed, replaced by a rough animal skin coat.

His job was the least technically demanding menial task in the entire shelter—grinding.

Day after day, he had to kneel beside a huge stone mortar and tirelessly smash large pieces of bone used to feed strange beasts, or certain hard plant tubers, into powder with a heavy stone hammer.

The work was monotonous, tedious, and extremely physically demanding. Each hammer blow numbed his hands and the bone dust made him cough incessantly, as if his lungs were filled with a layer of ash.

However, the physical exhaustion paled in comparison to the mental humiliation.

He, Zhao Delong, a successful man who owned several properties on Earth, drove a BMW, frequented high-end clubs, and was never short of young girls flattering him, has now fallen so low as to associate with livestock!

Whenever he saw Lin Feng dressed in the most gorgeous clothes, with a sharp steel knife at his waist, patrolling the high walls and receiving the awe-inspiring gazes of everyone, Zhao Delong's heart would be filled with venomous jealousy and resentment.

He blames all his current suffering on Lin Feng.

It was he who, with barbaric violence, destroyed the order of the civilized world.

It was him who stole the position and...woman that should have been his.

Yes, women.

Every time he finished work and dragged his tired body to the shelter, his masculine desires, suppressed by his hard labor, would resurface.

He used his own outdated set of values ​​to evaluate them.

Qin Lan is mature, calm, and tall, like a female executive in a company. It would be very rewarding to win her over.

Su Wanqing, a top female celebrity, must have a unique charm when she plays around with people.

Tang Bao is young, cute, and a little silly, making her the easiest to fool.

As for Shen Jiaqi, Ruan Mengtian, and Qian Xiaoxiao, although they are all different in appearance, in his eyes they are just girls who have never experienced the world. As long as he uses the same methods he used to be invincible in the glitz and glamour of the past, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to win them over?

A crazy and ridiculous plan took shape in his mind.

He believed that Lin Feng's rule was based on violence and fear.

These women must all be lonely, empty, and even harbor resentment towards Lin Feng.

Although he was temporarily down on his luck, deep down he was still that knowledgeable and witty "mature man".

If he could just show a little charm, seduce one or two women, or even turn them to the side and form an alliance, he would have a chance to dismantle Lin Feng's rule from within and take back everything that belonged to him!

He firmly believed that these women were simply terrified of Lin Feng.

What they need is "gentleness," "romance," and the kind of "care" that only "successful people" like themselves can provide.

Thus began a clumsy and greasy "hunt" that was destined to become a laughing stock.

His first target was Tang Bao, whom he considered the most "naive and easily fooled".

That afternoon, Tangbao was next to the chicken coop, mixing some chopped vegetable leaves and grass seeds together as feed.

She was very focused on her work, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in the sunlight.

Zhao Delong lingered by the stone mortar for a long time before finally finding a gap when Lin Feng left.

He thought he had slipped away unnoticed, forcing what he considered to be his most amiable and charming smile.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and spoke in a deliberately lowered, magnetic voice, "Little Sugar Baby, are you busy?"

This title made Tang Bao freeze.

She suddenly looked up and saw Zhao Delong's smiling face and his lewd gaze that was making no attempt to hide as it roamed over her body. Her stomach churned instantly.

"What...what do you want?" Tang Bao subconsciously took a half step back, protecting the wooden basin containing the feed in front of her.

"Don't be nervous,"

Zhao Delong took another step forward, the air thick with the smell of grease: "I see a young girl like you doing this kind of hard work every day, and as your older brother, it breaks my heart."

As he spoke, he tried to reach out to "help" take the wooden basin, but actually he wanted to take the opportunity to touch Tang Bao's hand.

"Don't come any closer!" Tang Bao screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and jumped back a big step, almost dropping the wooden basin in her hand.

Her face was filled with terror and undisguised disgust.

"Hey, why are you so afraid of me, child?"

Zhao Delong's smile froze on his face, and he couldn't hold back anymore: "Do you think I'd eat you? Back in the day on Earth, I don't know how many young girls lined up wanting me to treat them to a meal."

He tried to bolster his image by referencing his glorious past, but little did he know that Tang Bao found his remarks even more absurd and disgusting.

"You...you stay away from me! Or I'll call for help!"

Tang Bao's voice was trembling with tears. She wasn't afraid of what Zhao Delong could do to her.

She knew that in this sanctuary, Lin Feng's rules were absolute, and no one dared to misbehave.

She simply felt physically uncomfortable, like seeing a bunch of wriggling maggots.

Zhao Delong's face finally darkened. He hadn't expected that the fortress he thought was the easiest to breach would be so uncooperative.

He lowered his voice and threatened arrogantly, "Call someone? You're calling Lin Feng? Do you think he'll help you? In his eyes, we're all just workaholics. Only I am the one who truly cares about you."

Tang Bao looked at him like he was an idiot, then turned and ran without saying a word.

Zhao Delong's outstretched hand froze awkwardly in mid-air. He watched Tang Bao's retreating figure and spat angrily, "You ungrateful wretch! One day, I'll make you kneel and beg me!"

One failure did not discourage him.

He thought that Tangbao was a naive little girl who didn't know how to appreciate herself.

Qin Lan and Su Wanqing, these two women are clearly in management here, and they should be better able to understand the meaning of "value".

The next day, he found an opportunity to see Qin Lan and Su Wanqing standing together, discussing something while looking at a piece of animal hide blueprint.

He immediately dropped the stone hammer in his hand, straightened his tattered animal skin clothes, and walked over with his head held high.

"Miss Qin, Miss Su, good afternoon."

He struck what he thought was a dashing pose, leaning against a nearby wooden post: "You two are truly the pillars of our shelter, you've worked so hard."

Qin Lan and Su Wanqing were discussing crop rotation in the greenhouse and the trial planting of new plant varieties when they were interrupted by this abrupt voice, and both of them frowned slightly.

Su Wanqing merely glanced at him indifferently before turning her gaze back to the blueprints, showing absolutely no interest in paying him any attention.

Qin Lan's reaction was more direct. She raised her head, her calm eyes coldly fixed on Zhao Delong.

"Zhao Delong".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority: "Have you completed your work quota? According to the records, you're still a third short of grinding today. If you want to experience what it's like to go without dinner, you can continue wasting your time here."

Zhao Delong was choked and his face turned red. The whole speech he had prepared was instantly stuck in his throat.

He tried to showcase his "thoughts" and "vision" to win the favor of the two women, but they only cared about whether he had completed his hard labor.

"I...I just saw that you two were working hard and wanted to offer a suggestion..." he stammered in his explanation.

“We don’t need your advice,” Qin Lan interrupted him rudely, her tone icy. “What Lin Feng needs is the bone meal you’ve ground. Get back to your post. Immediately.”

The word "immediately" struck Zhao Delong's face like a whip.

He saw the undisguised contempt and impatience in Qin Lan's eyes—the utter disregard of a superior for useless trash. He knew that staying any longer would only bring him further humiliation.

He turned around in a sorry state and almost scurried back to his stone mortar, where he picked up the heavy stone hammer again.

Behind him, Qin Lan and Su Wanqing's conversation resumed, as if he had never been there.

This ruthless neglect humiliated him more than any insult.

After repeatedly hitting a wall, Zhao Delong's anger burned ever brighter.

He decided to change his target and go find the remaining women.

This time, he encountered the most direct and merciless counterattack.

He saw Ruan Mengtian and Shen Jiaqi in a corner, polishing a new batch of arrows with a whetstone.

He licked his chapped lips and leaned closer.

"Are you two beauties busy making murder weapons again?"

Ruan Mengtian didn't even raise her head, only letting out a disdainful "humph" from her nose.

Shen Jiaqi stopped what she was doing, slowly raised her head, and stared at him with eyes like icy knives: "What did you say?"

"Uh... I mean, this arrow is really sharp, haha..." Zhao Delong felt a little uneasy under her gaze and forced a dry laugh.

"Yes, it's very sharp."

Shen Jiaqi picked up a freshly sharpened arrow with a blank expression, flicked the arrowhead lightly with her fingertip, and it made a soft "humming" sound: "It can easily pierce animal hide, and it can also easily pierce a person's throat."

As she spoke, she pointed a sharp arrow at Zhao Delong with just the right amount of force.

Zhao Delong's smile froze completely. He could feel the chilling aura emanating from the arrow tip, and he had no doubt that if he uttered another word, this taciturn woman would really take action.

Just then, Ruan Mengtian wrinkled her nose dramatically, fanned herself in front of her face, and said loudly with a look of disgust, "What's that smell? Why does it stink so much? Jiaqi, can you smell it? It smells like grease that's been sitting out for days and has gone bad. It's disgusting!"

Although she didn't name names, everyone present knew who she was talking about.

"Pfft!" A woman who was resting not far away couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Delong's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

His prized "masculine charm" was described by these women as "the smell of stale grease." This was an unbearable humiliation for him.

"You...you're so shameless!" he roared, his voice filled with embarrassment and anger, though his words were fierce on the surface.

"Face?" Ruan Mengtian finally looked at him properly, her eyes filled with contempt and mockery: "Do you even have that kind of thing? A piece of trash who doesn't even know what he's supposed to do, a slave who can only kneel on the ground and smash bones, dares to mention the word 'face' to us? Get back to your mortar and stop polluting the air here!"

"you!"

"Get lost!" Shen Jiaqi uttered a single word, and the murderous intent in her eyes made Zhao Delong tremble.

He took one last look at the two women, then glanced at the mocking stares around him, and finally broke down completely.

Like a defeated rooster, he tucked his tail between his legs and fled back to his corner amidst undisguised laughter.

As night fell, people who had worked hard all day returned to their homes.

Zhao Delong huddled in his dampest, coldest corner, listening to the occasional whispers and laughter of women in the distance, which he found extremely grating.

He failed, and failed miserably.

He couldn't understand. Why? Why would these women rather submit to a cold-blooded tyrant who treated them like tools than accept the "kindness" of this "gentle," "cultured" man?

His distorted self-esteem, shaped by the rules of Blue Star society, prevented him from seeing reality clearly.

He couldn't see the sense of security brought about by the order that Lin Feng established with iron and fire, nor could he see the resilience and pragmatism that the women had been honed through hard labor.

They are no longer flowers in a greenhouse; they are wild grasses struggling to survive in the cold wind. The only thing they revere and believe in is strength.

And he, Zhao Delong, is precisely the best proof of "powerlessness".

His "charm" completely collapsed the moment Lin Feng publicly whipped and humiliated him, leaving only a greasy, nauseating empty shell.

“Lin Feng…” Zhao Delong buried his face in his knees and squeezed out the name through gritted teeth.

His eyes no longer held desire, only endless, deep-seated resentment.

"I will definitely kill you... I swear, I will make sure you die a horrible death!"

He buried this hatred deep in his heart, like planting a poisonous seed, watering it day after day in the darkness with humiliation and jealousy, waiting for an opportunity that might never come to sprout.

From the high watchtower, Lin Feng had a complete view of everything.

He witnessed Zhao Delong's every attempt to strike up a conversation, his every rejection, and his final, venomous gaze.

A cold, almost imperceptible smile curved the corners of Lin Feng's mouth.

What an idiot.

He didn't care about Zhao Delong's hatred; the hatred of a good-for-nothing was worthless. But he was very satisfied with the role Zhao Delong played—an excellent negative example.

His stupidity and greasiness will act like a whetstone, making women more clearly aware of the cruelty of this world and more firmly support the existing order.

He is a living, walking warning sign, constantly reminding everyone how pathetic it is to be weak, foolish, and unable to recognize reality in this world.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and looked back at the dark forest.

Zhao Delong, this pawn, still has some use. Now is not the time to get rid of him.