Chapter Eighteen: Arriving Just in Time

Yang Feikuang held this critique class for a full four hours, continuing until noon. One had to admit that in certain respects, Yang Feikuang was a man of considerable peculiar charisma. His speeches possessed a strange allure. While speaking, he often recounted the many children he had saved in the past. In truth, this too was a kind of psychological hypnosis—after years of repeated suggestion, the audience below would easily develop a sort of personal adulation for Yang Feikuang.

Now, as the session drew to a close, he wrapped up with the words, “You must not let down your parents, nor your Uncle Yang—do your best.” With this, Yang Feikuang left the classroom. At that moment, a staff member approached and whispered a few words in his ear.

“Another new one? Excellent, take me to see,” Yang Feikuang said, making his way to the third floor of one of the buildings in the entire Internet Rehabilitation Center.

On this floor, both sides were lined with wards. Among them, one bore the sign: Psychological Correction Room.

Inside, Wang Yunfang sat with Lin Xiaolei. Besides them, seven or eight young men in military green uniforms stood by.

With a benevolent smile, Yang Feikuang walked up to Wang Yunfang. “I am Dr. Yang Feikuang, director of the Feikuang Internet Rehabilitation Center. You may also call me Uncle Yang.”

Wang Yunfang immediately rose. “Dr. Yang, hello, hello. My name is Wang Yunfang. This child of mine has always studied diligently and practiced her piano, but lately, she’s gone astray. She’s become addicted to the internet—playing games online, even secretly reading martial arts novels. She’s not behaving like a proper student at all.”

Yang Feikuang beamed. “Is that so? Adolescence is a time when it’s easy to stray onto the wrong path. If you’re not careful, and let your child continue like this, it may be too late. But don’t worry—you’ve come to me, Uncle Yang. I can save her. This is your child, yes?”

His gaze fell upon Lin Xiaolei for the first time—a girl with an aura of vitality, fair skin, an oval face, exceedingly cute. Even someone as self-possessed as Yang Feikuang couldn’t help but think to himself: what a little beauty.

Yet, Yang Feikuang had no intention of taking advantage of Lin Xiaolei. Years ago, he had encountered a female prodigy from one of the top ten sects, the West Lake Sect—a girl called Tong Xianzi—who had beaten him so severely that his lower body was shattered. Tong Xianzi, eternally a teenager, never grew up.

Yang Feikuang hated her deeply, but he knew she was already a top master of the martial world, far beyond his means to provoke. With no alternative, he fled to the southern provinces and established this Internet Rehabilitation Center, taking pleasure in tormenting children—after all, these teenagers all resembled Tong Xianzi in age.

He would use forty, seventy, even eighty milliamps to shock the children.

Watching them scream in agony until they couldn’t make a sound, he would feel a surge of satisfaction rise from deep within.

He liked to see the teenagers, stunned and foolish from the shocks, terrified of him from the bottom of their hearts.

He liked to see them, after the shocks, like corpses—eyes vacant, drool leaking from their mouths, bodies trembling only when the machine was turned on, all resistance gone. To Yang Yongxin, they could only reply, “Yes, I was wrong, Uncle Yang.”

Looking at Lin Xiaolei, who bore quite a resemblance to Tong Xianzi, a destructive urge welled up within him.

Beautiful things ought to be destroyed!

But he did not act in haste. Outwardly, he still wore a kindly, gentle expression. “She looks so well-behaved—how could she become addicted to the internet? Come, let’s go into the psychological correction room and have a good talk.”

“Alright,” Wang Yunfang nodded.

Lin Xiaolei protested, “I’m not addicted to the internet.”

But it was already too late. The seven or eight young men in green uniforms grabbed Lin Xiaolei by the arms and legs, carrying her into the psychological correction room.

…

Meanwhile, Shen Ye had arrived at the gates of the Feikuang Internet Rehabilitation Center. He had already, somewhere along the way, donned the Red Boy mask and put on a pair of leather gloves.

The Feikuang Internet Rehabilitation Center had an iron gate, tightly shut. Inside, a sports ground could be seen, but all around it were rings of electrified fences. Anyone trying to escape would be shocked by the wires.

Just then, a BMW approached the center. The guard asked, “What’s the matter?”

The car window rolled down and a head poked out. “My child won’t behave, always playing games online. I’ve heard of your reputation and brought him here for treatment.”

The guard immediately opened the iron gate. As the gate opened, Shen Ye strode straight in.

Seeing a masked stranger, the guard shouted, “What do you think you’re doing? This is no place for trespassers!”

Shen Ye laughed. “What am I doing? I’m here to take Yang Feikuang’s life.”

Without waiting for the guard to shout for help, Shen Ye leapt to his side and struck him with an elbow. With a thud, the guard was sent flying. He didn’t lose consciousness, but pain shot through his entire body. He hurriedly grabbed his walkie-talkie. “Security team, someone’s broken into the rehabilitation center! I don’t know what he wants!”

Shen Ye had already examined the guard earlier—his crime value was only 0.7. Clearly, he was just a hired hand, so Shen Ye paid him no further heed and strode forward.

As for the BMW and its occupants, they were all dumbstruck—what kind of story was this?

The guard’s call had already alerted the center’s staff. Soon, more than ten people came running.

At the head of this group were two people.

The first was a very fat middle-aged man with a commanding presence. This was Yang Feikuang’s deputy, Wang Wei, generally known as Dr. Wang. Wang Wei had no real talents except one—absolute loyalty to Yang Feikuang, much like a dog. Yang Feikuang, appreciating his loyalty, had taught him some very basic martial arts.

His skills were nothing in the martial world, but he could easily take on three or four grown men.

Using the Eye of Justice to scan him, one would see above his head: “Wang Wei, occupation: doctor (actually a sadist), Yang Feikuang’s dog, assists Yang in his misdeeds, has abused many people. Crime value: ten.”

Seeing this, Shen Ye was slightly surprised. The Eye of Justice always had its own standards for defining crime. Wang Wei was certainly evil and had abused many, yet his crime value was not particularly high. So far, only murder and child trafficking seemed to rate highly. Even rape did not score as much.

The second was a woman of average looks, with thin lips and an inexplicable air of hostility. She was known as Sister Lan, an expert in abusing teenagers. Her psychological issues stemmed from being abandoned by three husbands in succession. In the end, her mind twisted, and she began abusing others relentlessly.

A scan with the Eye of Justice showed above her head: “Li Lan, occupation: doctor (actually a sadist), enjoys abusing teenagers. Crime value: nine.”

Scanning the rest, Shen Ye found they were just security guards, each with a crime value below two.

(Don’t worry—Cousin Lin will be absolutely fine. Also, all the details about the rehabilitation center are based on real research, not exaggerated in the slightest. The truth is just that terrifying. Also, please vote! Give me your votes!)