I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 8
Honey trap
At night.
Dressed in black, Yang Dongqing put on a baseball cap and a face mask before stepping out. He dressed like this because he never let a grudge last overnight.
Earlier that day, Cui Hao had come to provoke him twice. That had already touched his bottom line.
He couldn’t stand breathing the same air as someone like that. If it hadn’t been for the crowd during the day, he would have killed Cui Hao on the spot.
He was the type to repay any grievance a hundredfold.
Ever since the incident last time, his mindset had undergone a complete change.
Yang Dongqing clenched his fists. The sound of metal rang out as his knuckles pressed against his palms. A fiery glint flickered in his eyes.
“Power… so this is what it feels like to have power. But it’s not enough. I need more—only then can I survive in hell and control my own life!”
He pulled up his hood, hiding his face in the shadows, and stepped outside.
He moved fast, like a phantom in the night, darting through the dark alleyways.
But as he reached a secluded alley, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and his brows furrowed.
“Help! Somebody help!”
“Please, let me go! No, no—!”
“You little slut, weren’t you acting all high and mighty at the bar? Begging now? Too late!”
A young woman’s desperate cries, mixed with sleazy male laughter, echoed from deep within the alley.
Yang Dongqing’s expression remained cold. In the outer districts, safety was always a problem. He shook his head indifferently. “You brought this on yourself.”
He figured that if someone knew how unsafe the area was and still chose to hang out at a bar at night, she couldn’t be a good person.
Just as he turned to leave, he heard one of the men say, “Boss, this little chick is real fresh. Could she still be a student?”
“Heh, I’ve never seen such a fine woman before. Tonight’s gonna be great!”
Yang Dongqing’s steps halted. Then, he turned and dashed toward the source of the voices.
The alley was pitch-black, no streetlights in sight. Only the cold moonlight lit up the ground and revealed a wicked scene.
A girl in a cheap dress was being pinned against the wall by two leering men. She struggled fiercely, but how could her strength compare to theirs?
Despair spread through her bright eyes, like dust dimming the shine of a pearl. Her gaze turned dull.
Just as she gave in to hopelessness, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
Hope burst in her eyes as she shouted, “Help me!”
It was Yang Dongqing.
“Let her go!”
He charged like a locomotive. Before the two men could react—BANG! BANG!
Two quick punches sent them flying like broken kites, slamming hard into the alley walls.
When they scrambled to get up, their bodies felt like they were falling apart.
“Ahh, damn it! Who the hell dares ruin my fun?!”
The only answer was two brutal kicks.
CRACK! CRACK!
They went flying again, blood spilling from their mouths.
“Scram!” Yang Dongqing said coldly.
Realizing they’d messed with someone terrifying, the two men didn’t even dare to threaten him. They ran off, stumbling over themselves.
The rescued girl seemed traumatized. She collapsed to the ground, hugging her knees and sobbing softly.
“Are you okay?” Yang Dongqing stepped forward.
She trembled slightly. After a long pause, she finally looked up.
In that moment, under the cold moonlight, Yang Dongqing was stunned.
Though he was now a Transcendent, he was still a student at heart, and his perspective hadn’t fully changed. In school, people always admired the same face—and for good reason. The social circle was limited.
An outstanding boy or girl always attracted everyone’s attention.
Later, in society, people realized it was all about value for money.
But now, under the moonlight, he saw a face streaked with tears, a delicate figure, red eyes, messy hair, and a gaze that held both despair and stubbornness.
The scene was filled with exactly the “broken beauty” that Su Mu wanted.
Yang Dongqing had never seen anything like it. A powerful sense of protectiveness rose uncontrollably within him.
Noticing his gaze, the girl shrank back in fear, quickly reaching to pull up her fallen shoulder strap.
“Thank you for saving me,” she said, struggling to stand. But she was clearly hurt—it was hard for her to get up.
Yang Dongqing instinctively reached out to help, but she flinched like a startled deer.
“D-don’t get me wrong,” he stammered. “I’m not like them. I won’t hurt you.”
Maybe his words worked. Her tense expression softened, and she looked up seriously, locking eyes with him. The moon reflected in her gaze.
“Thank you. What’s your name? I’ll repay you someday.”
“Yang Dongqing,” he said without hesitation.
“Dongqing?” she blinked. Her nervousness faded. “If I remember correctly, Dongqing is a kind of flower… and a medicinal herb. It symbolizes vitality, integrity, and resilience.”
Yang Dongqing froze. It was the first time he realized his deceased parents had given him such a meaningful name.
The girl smiled. “It’s a beautiful name. It suits you. Well… I should go home now.”
“I’ll walk you back!” The words came out before he could stop them. He even forgot he had come out to take revenge on Cui Hao.
The girl looked slightly wary. “No, it’s fine. I can go by myself.”
Yang Dongqing looked disappointed. She was about to leave, and he didn’t know how to make her stay.
Maybe heaven heard his silent plea, because something unexpected happened.
She had only taken two steps when she let out a cry of pain and stumbled forward.
As a Transcendent, Yang Dongqing had sharp reflexes. He dashed forward and caught her soft body just in time.
In that moment, he finally understood what it meant to hold a fragrant, delicate girl in your arms.
His heart skipped a beat. So soft. Are all girls this petite and fragile?
As he stood frozen, a weak voice buzzed from his arms like a mosquito. “Can you let me go now?”
Yang Dongqing came back to his senses, his face turning red. He quickly released her.
“Thank you,” she said again, then limped away.
Only then did he notice her slender ankle was swollen and red.
“You’ve hurt your foot. Walking like this could make it worse. Let me take you home.”
Without turning back, she said, “No, you’ve helped me enough. I’ll manage—ah!”
She stumbled again, falling toward the cold ground—but this time, she landed in a firm, steel-like chest.
Then, she felt herself being lifted.
“Stop forcing yourself. I’ll take you,” Yang Dongqing said firmly by her ear.
The girl curled up in his arms, not daring to look up. She gave a quiet hum of agreement.
A boy carrying a girl through moonlight—it was a quiet, gentle moment.
“Nan Mo,” the girl suddenly said, breaking the silence.
