Chapter Nineteen: The Heart of a Bodhisattva, the Wrath of a Vajra

Wang Wei and Li Lan arrived with more than a dozen security guards. When they saw a stranger wearing a mask, they were momentarily stunned. However, they were used to acting tough in the Internet Addiction Center. Wang Wei shouted, "Who are you, you little punk? Daring to barge into our Wild Internet Addiction Center without knowing what kind of place this is. Get him. Beat him up."

Wang Wei had never entertained the idea of capturing Shen Ye and bringing him into the Center. Was the Internet Addiction Center so easy to infiltrate? The basic fee was five thousand yuan a month, and on top of that, they would fine both children and parents at every opportunity, so the minimum monthly cost was eight thousand. Their philosophy had never changed: "That's right, I will abuse your child and still take loads of your money."

Under Wang Wei's command, the security guards rushed at Shen Ye like wolves and tigers.

"Overestimating yourselves," Shen Ye muttered, leaping into action.

Now, his abilities had reached the fourth level. His pure strength was six times that of a normal adult. His defense was five times stronger. Fighting these ordinary people was like an adult fighting a five- or six-year-old child.

He plunged into the crowd, first striking sideways with his elbows against two guards. They felt a heavy blow to their chests, intense pain, and under that tremendous force, they were sent tumbling backward.

Shen Ye then shifted from elbow strikes to straight punches, landing two heavy blows on another pair of guards, sending them flying as well.

Next, he swung his right leg, delivering a powerful kick to the back of a guard ahead. That guard felt an unimaginable force at the point of impact and, wracked with pain, was flung forward. Behind him, two more guards were caught up as their comrade crashed into them, unable to dodge, all three falling into a tangled heap in utter disgrace.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several guards circled behind Shen Ye, attacking with fists and feet, landing blows on his back and legs. But thanks to his defense, five times that of a normal person, what should have left bruises and welts only caused him a faint, mild pain—like being punched by a five- or six-year-old child.

Shen Ye turned around unhurriedly, brushed off the boot prints on his clothes, glanced at the guards behind him, and smiled, "So light? Are you just scratching an itch? Please, try harder."

The guards were terrified to see their attacks had no effect. Yet, refusing to give up, they kept hammering him with fists and kicks.

"Too weak. Is this really the extent of your strength? If this is all you have, then it's my turn." Shen Ye sneered coldly.

Elbow strike.

Left hook.

Right hook.

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Uppercut.

Lowercut.

In a matter of moments, he had knocked down every single guard.

...

In the end, apart from Shen Ye, only Wang Wei and Sister Lan remained standing in the arena.

"Who are you, really?" Wang Wei asked, full of shock. As Yang Feikuang’s trusted aide, he knew of the underworld called Jianghu, where martial artists were far beyond ordinary people. The masked man before him was surely one of them.

"Seeing my mask and still not knowing who I am—how foolish," Shen Ye said with a cold laugh.

Wang Wei finally realized, suddenly stepping back, his eyes full of vigilance and fear. "You’re the Chopsticks Demon!"

"You got it. But there’s no reward. You’ve done plenty of evil with Yang Feikuang, taking pleasure in abusing teenagers. Now go to hell." Shen Ye stepped forward, covering two meters in a single stride, and reached Wang Wei. His hand turned into a claw and seized Wang Wei’s skull, then, with brutal force, smashed it straight down onto the ground.

Wang Wei tried to resist, but his pitiful skills were no match for Shen Ye.

Bang!

Wang Wei’s head slammed against the cement slab of the small playground. His only sensation was pain—pain that pierced to the heart.

He grabbed Shen Ye’s right hand, trying to pry it off, but it was as futile as an ant trying to move a tree, utterly useless.

Shen Ye’s thick right hand pressed down harder.

Bang!

Wang Wei’s head hit the ground again.

A second time, a third, a fourth.

At first, Wang Wei’s body still showed some resistance.

But soon, he was completely limp.

By the fifth blow, he had lost all vitality, all life. His body curled up on itself.

Blood, grotesque and chilling.

The other leader, Sister Lan, was terrified beyond measure. She backed away continuously, rushing toward the building’s interior, desperate to find Doctor Yang—Yang Feikuang, the invincible. She had seen him dispatch countless troublemakers who had come to wreck the Internet Addiction Center. Surely Yang Feikuang could deal with this masked monster.

But she was fast—

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Shen Ye was faster. With a swift charge, he was instantly behind her, his right hand gripping her skull and smashing it down onto the cement.

Her head collided with the ground.

Blood sprayed out.

"Go to hell and repent to those children, to those teenagers you abused. Maybe next life, you’ll be a better person."

Buddhism teaches kindness.

But even in Buddhism, there are wrathful guardians who smite evildoers.

The wicked, the corrupt—many cannot be redeemed.

Thus, one must act with the heart of a bodhisattva and the deeds of a vajra.

On this lonely path of slaughtering evil, destroying darkness, he pressed forward.

All for more light.

Shen Ye took a deep breath and walked to a security guard who had not yet lost consciousness.

That guard had witnessed Shen Ye’s thunderous methods and was trembling with fear.

"Tell me, where is Yang Feikuang now?" Shen Ye demanded.

Yet the guard, still afraid of Yang Feikuang deep down, hesitated to speak even under such pressure.

Shen Ye placed his hand on the guard’s head. "You... do you want to die too?"

The guard hesitated, but feeling Shen Ye’s hand steadily increasing its pressure, he finally replied, "I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. He’s on the third floor of that building, in a room called the Psychological Correction Chamber. A girl was just brought in there."

"Oh, is that so?" Shen Ye immediately sensed that the girl must be Lin Xiaolei. He released the guard’s head, and, gathering his strength, dashed toward that room like a tiger in pursuit.

The floor tiles groaned under his powerful sprint.

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