Highlight had encountered countless demons and monsters on his westward journey, yet none had been as bold and arrogant as these three thugs. Goodness, how evil has humanity become? If good is being overwhelmed by evil, then how could peace ever prevail? Seeing that Highlight showed not the slightest sign of giving up, the three thugs grew increasingly annoyed. They exchanged a glance and formed a triangular formation, placing Highlight squarely in the center. The red-haired thug moved swiftly, launching a bull's horn punch toward Highlight's head. But Highlight's thousands of years of cultivation were no mere formality—he simply flattened his body and tilted his head, effortlessly deflecting the punch into the air. The red-haired thug stumbled, nearly falling. While he was still unsteady, Highlight executed a taekwondo side kick, sending him more than three zhang away. The red-haired thug cried out in pain, "Ah!" as his head struck the computer desk and bled. At this moment, the green-haired one went berserk, charging straight at Gao Liang's chest with his dagger. How could Gao Liang let him succeed? He simply extended his right hand, using his index and middle fingers to grip the dagger firmly. No matter how hard the green-haired man strained, he couldn't pull it out. Gao Liang gave a gentle tug, and the green-haired man was suddenly propelled forward, crashing straight into the pale wall, where a large bump formed on his forehead, making him cry out in pain. The yellow-haired man then picked up a chair and slammed it down on Gao Liang with great force. But as Gao Liang skillfully dodged, he launched a graceful overhead throw, sending the yellow-haired man crashing into the door of the internet café, where he kissed the doorframe directly, his teeth falling out in several places due to the pain. The three thugs, now thoroughly shaken, exchanged a glance and hurriedly took off. The green-haired man reached the doorway and said, "Today you've shown your strength! We're not done yet. Our boss will take care of you—watch this!" "说完，他紧跟在黄卷发和红发女孩身后，仓皇逃窜。 Highlight's bold move earned a round of applause from the crowd that had grown numb with anticipation. The girl thanked him warmly and asked him to share his name and phone number. Highlight, however, didn't want to leave his name—only saying, "Let's meet again if fate brings us together!" The girl introduced herself, stating she was Song Qiaoxiang, a graduate of the Music College of Hanhai City, currently seeking employment. After speaking, she also kept her phone number for him. The male lead didn't even glance at her—he simply slipped the card, bearing her name and contact details, into his coat pocket. "Chen Manager, the one you were looking for is here! Seems to be around the 18th machine!" Highlight heard the voice of the internet cafe owner and looked up to see Chen Jiangliu approaching. Highlighted, alert and sharp-eyed, he rushed straight to the bathroom, where he found a cleaner’s uniform lying nearby. In just a few moments, he dressed himself into it. Then, from a cubicle in the bathroom, a voice called out, “Stop! My uniform!” Highlighted hurriedly picked up the mop, dragging it behind him as he walked, his head low, slowly making his way toward the internet café entrance, ready to slip away as soon as he reached the door. Unfortunately, his father, Gao Zhongming, had arrived, accompanied by four strong, young bodyguards dressed in suits, who immediately shouted upon entering, “He slipped away last time—this time we’re going to catch him!” The four bodyguards and Chen Jiangliu quickly searched every corner of the café, carefully checking each person. Yet, they found nothing. When Chen Jiangliu reached the bathroom, a middle-aged man was frowning and said, “My uniform!” Chen Jiangliu, being a sharp observer, immediately noticed the man dragging the mop with his head down. Upon closer inspection, he realized something was clearly off—this wasn’t just ordinary mopping at all! Even his posture while holding the mop was wrong, and the floor he was mopping grew dirtier with every pass—clearly a pretender. At this point, Chen Jiangliu was overjoyed. When Gao Zhongming approached, Chen Jiangliu wanted to claim the spotlight and shouted, "Sir, it's him!" But when they got closer, they were stunned—this wasn't the young lord Gao Liang at all! It was that middle-aged cleaner! "I told you he should retire!" Gao Zhongming exclaimed, and the single reprimand immediately made Chen Jiangliu look as if he'd been struck by frost—deflated. "Sir! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Chen Jiangliu kept patting his own face. Gao Liang smiled quietly to himself—fair enough. Seizing the moment, he picked up the mop and walked gracefully to the entrance of the internet café, then gave Chen Jiangliu a crisp, elegant tap on the shoulder. Seeing it was Gao Liang, Chen Jiangliu was both surprised and delighted, exclaiming, "Sir, it's him!" But when Gao Zhongming looked again, there was no trace of G At that moment, the middle-aged cleaner arrived and exclaimed, "My work uniform! My work uniform!" As he spoke, the internet cafe owner said, "Are you crazy? Isn't your uniform right on your shoulders?" The cleaner looked stunned—clearly, the boy had taken it off, yet it was now on his shoulders. Everyone else was equally surprised. Gao Zhongming expressed his regret, saying, "How strange—it's as if two blind people have appeared today!" He then made a firm decision: no matter what it took, he would翻 every inch of the area to find his son, Gao Liang. Chen Jiangliu and his four bodyguards immediately set about carrying out the plan. Gao Liang was preparing to return to his spacious, well-lit rental apartment, but before he even reached the door, he noticed three uniformed security guards talking to the landlord, an elderly woman. One of the guards was holding a photo and asked, "Do you know this man?" The landlord nodded and replied, "What is it you're looking for?" The security guard who had the photo briefly explained the situation. The landlady said, "I never thought it would be Mr. Ouyang's eldest son! This young man is quite capable—he often helps me with chores and is very diligent. The only thing is, he left in the morning and I don't know when he'll return." "Then we'll wait," the three security guards said in unison. "Our lord has issued a firm order today—our priority is to find the young lord at all costs!" Seeing that his own rented apartment was no longer safe, Gao Liang felt a chill in his heart. He truly longed to go home, but at this moment, he felt reluctant to return—he wanted to accomplish something significant to prove that even away from home, he could still live a vibrant and fulfilling life. Yet, at this point, his current achievements still didn't speak much. After leaving the internet café, Gao Liang remembered only then that his phone had been out of service for some time due to overdue charges. So he went to a China Mobile service outlet, topped up his account with 500 yuan, and then checked into a nearby hotel. The Mayflower Hotel – Gao Liang wanted to book Room 818, but the receptionist said, "Sorry, sir, that room is already booked!" "Then I'll take Room 918!" Gao Liang said. "Sorry, we have many guests today—it seems all rooms are occupied. However, I'll check—please wait a moment!" The receptionist began typing on the computer. "Sir, it turns out only one room is available now—Room 819, right next to Room 818. Would you like to stay there?" The receptionist said politely. "Very well!" Gao Liang thought he only needed to stay overnight, so he didn't mind the details. Under the guidance of another server, he took the key and went to Room 819. This is a five-star hotel, where each room is equipped with computers offering fiber-optic internet access. Highlighting her QQ account, she noticed something was off—after all, she was a computer expert. Using a specific software to scan her QQ, she discovered signs of unauthorized access. Following the trail, she eventually uncovered the cause. With both fists clenched tightly, she slammed her palms against the table, exclaiming, "Damn it!" Room 818, Mayflower Hotel. Zhao Meixuan wore a light blue dress and carried an LV bag, appearing like an angel as she knocked on the door. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a strong hand roughly pulled her inside, locking the door firmly behind her. When she realized it was three young thugs, she gasped—her eyes wide with shock. Their gazes were full of lust, and the one with green hair had his eyes nearly bulging, radiating a cool, eerie glow. "You're the ones欧阳 asked me to bring, aren't you?" she asked, still trembling. "Ha! Beautiful lady, you've been had!" The redhead laughed with ease. "Our boss logged in using欧阳's account and has been chatting with you!" Huang Juan added, even more confident. "It's just that you're slow!" The green-haired one looked delighted. "You're base, unprincipled, and outright cheats!" Zhao Meixuan was furious, shouting at them. "Second, go and open the video feed—I want to watch the footage, and while I'm watching, I'll be doing something. Let's see what it feels like!" The green-haired one's lewd smile appeared clearly on her face, and Zhao Meixuan was absolutely furious. "Third, help me out—get this beautiful woman onto the bed, tie her down, and I'll go first. After I'm done, you and Second will take over!" The green-haired one's lewd expression made Zhao Meixuan tremble with anger. Her body belonged to the person she loved—she couldn't let these villains waste it all. So she shouted, "You're all rough, you're all lustful!" As she spoke, she fumbled for her phone, pressing a number quickly, only for the green-haired one to snatch it With her green hair and red hair working together, soon Zhao Meixuan's mouth was sealed, her hands and feet tied to the bed, leaving her utterly hopeless, her eyes glistening with tears. The green-haired one swiftly removed her top, revealing her dark chest hair. At that moment, the yellow-haired one had already turned on the video recorder, inserted a video disc, and the large LCD screen now displayed a scene of a virgin's passionate lovemaking, accompanied by soft, breathy exclamations of "Oh, oh, ah, ah." The three toughs were already unable to contain their excitement. The green-haired one then tore open Zhao Meixuan's dress. Zhao Meixuan gasped and sobbed helplessly. Now completely naked except for her underwear, Zhao Meixuan lay beautifully exposed, her body graceful and elegant—indeed, a truly beautiful woman. "She's even more perfect than a model!" the three toughs exclaimed, their mouths watering. Huang with his silver hair and red hair were captivated by the boundless spring scenery and couldn't wait to act, both eager to reach out and touch Zhao Meixuan's alluring chest. However, the green-haired one roared, "What's the rush? This beauty is mine—she's mine to enjoy first!" Then, like a hungry wolf charging straight at Zhao Meixuan, he surged forward. At that very moment, the door to Room 818 was kicked open with a forceful kick, and a young man rushed in, lifting the green-haired one up as if an eagle were grabbing a chick, declaring, "You're absolutely evil—daring to claim my name and fleece me of both money and my affection!" "Whoa! It's you again!" The three thugs instantly recognized Gao Liang. Having all experienced Gao Liang's prowess, they dared not even attempt to make a move. Yellow-haired and red-haired exchanged a glance. The red-haired one quickly gripped Zhao Meixuan's neck on the bed, while the yellow-haired one drew out a dagger. Together, they shouted, "If you don't let us go, I'll have her..." As they spoke, the yellow-haired one squeezed Zhao Meixuan's neck slightly, causing her to gasp and cough, her face turning pale. The red-haired one then made a slashing motion toward Zhao Meixuan's face, and she screamed in terror. After all, for someone who cherished her appearance, disfigurement was far worse than death. Gao Liang found it quite amusing and said, "If you want to play, I'll play you rough!" With that, he lifted the green-haired one and threw him upward. A loud "thud" echoed as the green-haired one's head hit the ceiling squarely. Then came a piercing cry as he crashed to the floor, breaking three ribs and writhing in pain, calling out in agony. Yellow-haired and red-haired fans saw their idol transform so dramatically into that pitiful state, so they frantically clutched Zhao Meixuan's neck, drawing their daggers across her face. Zhao Meixuan closed her eyes, weeping helplessly. Gao Liang erupted, shouting, "It's you who pushed me to act today—now you're in for it!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Meixuan felt the hands gripping her neck from the yellow-haired and red-haired fans suddenly release—like a taut rope suddenly severed—and the red-haired one seemed struck by something, his dagger falling to the ground. Both of them cried out, "Oh my! Oh my!" In amazement, Zhao Meixuan watched as her idol, using only two playing cards, precisely struck their wrists. What a feat! This was the first time she had personally witnessed her idol employing such a powerful technique to save her. From his green-haired friend's pocket, Gao Liang pulled out a stack of RMB, then kicked him hard, saying, "Ugh! If I ever see you use the same method again to harm someone, I'll leave you with a crippled pig foot!" "I can't! I can't! Grandpa, please spare my life! I've got an old mother and young children to support—please spare us three!" The green-haired man, having fully tasted the strength of Gao Liang's wrath, knelt and bowed his head in supplication. Gao Liang's heart softened, and he said, "You take care of yourselves. Should you offend me again, I'll never let you off easy!" The three thugs bowed respectfully and acknowledged their guilt. "Now get out of here!" Gao Liang didn't want to waste any more words with them. Just as he'd expected, Huang and the red-haired man quickly helped the green-haired man up, who had broken three ribs, and they limped away. Gao Liang untied the ropes that had bound Zhao Meixuan's hands and feet. She lay there, her body graceful and elegant, her curves beautifully defined. As a man born and reborn from the pig hermit, Gao Liang had never seen a woman's bare body before. Zhao Meixuan's figure was simply an artistic masterpiece—Gao Liang felt a genuine appreciation. It was no wonder that in this age, models were so popular— Zhao Meixuan was utterly surprised to be saved by Gao Liang, deeply moved—both shocked and delighted—and asked Gao Liang why he had arrived in time. Gao Liang explained. It turned out that her QQ account, which she had used to log in at the hotel, had been compromised. Using advanced software, the cause and circumstances had been traced. Coincidentally, the room where she stayed was directly adjacent to the one she had arrived at. Moreover, when Meixuan made a phone call and then quickly turned off her phone, it suggested that she might have been in danger—prompting Gao Liang to act decisively and break into her room. After speaking, Gao Liang presented the stack of RMB he had just pulled out from his green-haired coat sleeve directly to Meixuan. When she counted it, it totaled exactly 10,000 yuan. Meixuan was so touched that she wept openly, her body growing weak and collapsing into Gao Liang’s arms. In his arms, she truly resembled a delicate, graceful bird, charming and tender. Meixuan was indeed a stunning beauty—outstanding in both appearance and grace. At the college Zhao Meixuan still felt uneasy in Guangliang’s arms, despite having been startled just now. The dramatic scenes that had unfolded seemed to play out like a movie in her mind. "I'm afraid! I'm so afraid!" Her body trembled as Guangliang gently supported her shoulders with a tender expression, saying, "I'm here with you—nothing will happen." "Hug me tightly," she whispered softly. Guangliang then embraced her firmly in his arms. With Guangliang’s strong arms cradling her, she felt safe and gazed into his handsome face, murmuring, "Kiss me." As soon as she said it, she closed her eyes. Zhao Meixuan had dreamed of being kissed by Guangliang many times in her sleep. Gao Liang was a bit hesitant at that moment, as a beautiful song played softly in the room: "When I give you my entire being and my whole heart, with white dreams and red feelings—pure and steadfast, gently brushing my black hair, you are so tender, giving me your most heartfelt kiss." The melody flowed smoothly and touched the soul. Zhao Meixuan eagerly awaited her idol's kiss, and without realizing it, Gao Liang gently embraced Zhao Meixuan's body. Their faces gradually drew closer, until finally, four pairs of lips met. At first, both of their lips trembled slightly, but soon Zhao Meixuan took the lead, pouring all her emotions into this very moment. Gao Liang felt the sweetness of Zhao Meixuan's kiss, rich and delicate, and sensed a subtle, lingering fragrance emanating from her—her body exuded a particularly pleasant scent, making him deeply enchanted. Zhao Meixuan, in turn, noticed a distinct, appealing masculinity in Gao Liang, and the two of them felt like two irregular magnets, drawn irresistibly toward each other. Zhao Meixuan longed for a passionate embrace and a flurry of kisses. She clasped Hao Liang's neck with her delicate hands, tilting her head to share a tender kiss with him. Yet, she soon felt her body gently pushed away, and then heard Hao Liang say, "Now, please dress yourself in a few garments. It's getting late; let's go home." Disappointed, Zhao Meixuan released her hands from around Hao Liang's neck, and Hao Liang walked toward the door. She hesitated, then finally gathered her courage to say, "Wait a moment, please. Answer me—why don't you continue kissing me?" "I only love Gao Cuilan!" A voice drifted over. Zhao Meixuan was stunned. She didn't even hear the sound of the door closing, and a strange, unexplained ache filled her heart. At Gao Ruolan's home, dinner was served with great abundance. As soon as Gao Ruolan entered, she smelled the aroma of the dishes. Inside the kitchen, her mother, Miao Hanfu, was preparing the family's favorite braised fish fins, along with several home-style dishes—fish in a fragrant sauce, stir-fried beef Gao Ruolan was delighted. She took a small bite of the fish-fragrant shreds of meat and praised enthusiastically, "Mom, I never thought you were so skilled in the kitchen! Your cooking is actually better than that of the chefs at our academy!"