Half an hour passed slowly amidst the noise and interplay of light and shadow. The short, stout man, his face flushed with alcohol and smug, returned to the private room with Honghong. Inside, Shasha and Xixi were with two other people; the atmosphere seemed harmonious yet carried an unspoken ambiguity and superficiality.

Li Baolong was in the next room. He frowned slightly, activating his telepathic senses to try and catch the sounds coming from next door. He heard the short, fat man say in a smug and arrogant tone, "In Rongcheng, I've done a lot of sand and gravel projects. Making tens of thousands a month is nothing to me. Honghong, if you come with me, you won't have to work so hard anymore." With that, he opened his briefcase, took out two or three stacks of hundred-yuan bills, and waved them under the light. The glaring red seemed to flaunt his wealth and power. "I casually introduced a sand and gravel deal today and easily made thirty thousand yuan. If you come to my house tonight and serve me well, this ten thousand yuan is yours." As he spoke, he waved the stack of money, his other hand reaching out to grab Honghong's ample breasts.

Sister Honghong cried out in alarm, her face filled with panic and shame. She quickly stood up, desperately trying to avoid the short, fat man's groping hands, her voice trembling with determination: "Boss Wang, I already have a boyfriend, and we're getting married soon. I'll go out and greet the other guests first." Then, she hurriedly and somewhat disheveledly fled the private room.

Li Baolong witnessed this disgusting scene from next door. His hands clenched into fists, his teeth clenched in anger, and his rage was about to erupt. It wasn't just because of the scorn and humiliation suffered by Sister Honghong, but also because of his deep hatred for such arrogant and heartless rich people.

As the melodious music faded into the night, the people in the dance hall gradually dispersed, and business was about to close. The short, stout owner, Mr. Wang, swayed unsteadily towards the bar. His small eyes were filled with undisguised greed and lust as he stared intently at Honghong, uttering repulsive words: "Honghong, if you come with me, you'll get a steady ten thousand yuan a month for living expenses. Just give me a child, and I'll immediately give you one hundred thousand yuan. How about it, think it over carefully." With that, he turned and walked out of the dance hall, a lewd and smug look on his face.

Meanwhile, the other two men accompanying Boss Wang, one with his arm around Shasha and the other around Xixi, were lecherously intent on taking the two women out for unrestrained pleasure. Li Baolong witnessed all this, his brow furrowed. Although he knew about Shasha and Xixi's behavior, understanding their frequent affairs with wealthy men and their visits to hotels, at this moment his mind was solely focused on the humiliation suffered by Honghong. In his heart, Honghong was someone he cherished; to be treated this way was something he could not tolerate. He secretly vowed that he would not let Boss Wang off easily, and would make him pay for his evil deeds to defend Honghong's and his own dignity and feelings.

Suppressing his anger, Li Baolong strode to the door, feigning a respectful farewell to a guest. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on Boss Wang's short, stout figure. As Wang passed, Li Baolong quickly focused his mind, activating his telepathic abilities. In his vision, a faint glow appeared around Boss Wang's large head—the location of his consciousness.

Without hesitation, Li Baolong extended his mental perception to the light, instantly enveloping it, and then decisively issued a control command. The previously slightly drunk and arrogant expression on Boss Wang's face instantly turned blank. He mechanically obeyed Li Baolong's mental instructions, pretending to spit, and walked to the public trash can on the side of the dance hall, unhesitatingly throwing his briefcase inside.

Immediately afterward, Li Baolong issued another command, ordering Boss Wang to open the car door. Boss Wang, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings, obediently opened the door and then, in full view of everyone, committed an extremely indecent act of urinating and defecating in public. Li Baolong silently estimated that this series of astonishing actions should be completed smoothly within twenty seconds. He stood there, coldly observing everything, his heart filled with a mixture of anger and pleasure. He wanted to use this unique method to give this unbridled Boss Wang a profound and shameful lesson.