Chapter 9

This guy, muttering to himself as he walked, dressed in his current attire, looked no different from the homeless mentally ill. The crowd on the street all kept a wide berth from him, afraid that he might suddenly lose control and do something abnormal.

"Ahh... Pervert, you actually dared to touch me." A woman's shrill scream rang out.

Yang Luo's eyes lit up at the word "pervert," and he ran over, asking, "Pervert! Where is the pervert?"

The victim was a girl in her twenties. Without even looking at Yang Luo, she pointed to a young man about her age and said, "It's him."

The young man said indifferently, "Hey! You better be responsible for what you say. Who saw me molesting you?" The girl's face turned red, and she pointed at the young man, unable to speak.

Yang Luo walked over and sized up the young man, saying, "You don't look like a pervert."

The young man, hearing this, said happily, "See! See! This brother says I don't look like a pervert."

The girl said angrily, "Do perverts write it on their faces?"

Yang Luo's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the young man's shoulder and said, "Come with me."

The young man immediately felt a heavy weight on his shoulder, as if a huge stone had been placed there. He tried to move to escape, but his shoulder ached, and those five fingers clamped down on him like an iron clamp.

Yang Luo chuckled and dragged the young man along, who had no choice but to follow. Every time he tried to stop, his shoulder would throb with unbearable pain.

Yang Luo dragged the young man to a secluded place and let him go, saying, "Tell me, how do you become a qualified pervert?"

"Uh!"

The young man was taken aback and, after a while, came to his senses, "Do I need to teach you that?"

Yang Luo nodded seriously, "I've been studying for over ten years and still don't know how to be a qualified pervert."

The young man's face showed a lecherous smile, "Being a pervert is simple. When you see a pretty woman, touch her breasts, her butt. You don't know how good it feels to touch those places."

"Bang!"

"Ahh..."

A scream of pain rang out as the young man was kicked by Yang Luo, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground. His face contorted in pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his twisted face.

Yang Luo sat down, grabbed the young man's hair, and said coldly, "You call this being a pervert? You're insulting the word 'pervert.'"

As he said this, he lifted his knee and slammed it into the young man's head, "Bang!" The young man's head snapped back, and blood splattered in the air.

Yang Luo looked at the unconscious young man lying on the ground and said, "I'm an educated person, and I've also been to university. If I'm going to be a pervert, I'll be an educated and cultured one." With that, he turned and left.

In a heavily guarded compound in Beijing, a large courtyard of nearly a thousand square meters was planted with various plants. A quiet path paved with bluestone led to a traditional two-story villa about thirty meters away. Weeping willows lined the path, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves.

In the first-floor hall of the villa, several people were sitting. Apart from a woman in her late fifties and a very beautiful woman in her forties, everyone else was in military uniform. Regardless of gender, the lowest rank among them was a major general.

A man in his forties with the rank of a major general sat next to the middle-aged woman, put his arm around her, and said, "Yaxin! Yang Luo will be fine. We've known where he's been all these years." Yaxin was Yang Luo's mother, Yang Yaxin, and this major general was his father, Chi Jianjun.

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