Witnessing his shameful and disgraceful behavior in public, the short, stout Mr. Wang's friends felt utterly humiliated and wished they could disappear into the ground. They rushed forward, forcibly dragged Mr. Wang to the passenger seat, and then hastily drove away from the scene. Seeing no more excitement, the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving behind only a mess and the silence that followed the commotion.
Li Baolong remained calm and, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was diverted, quietly strolled to the trash can. He slightly raised his right hand, concentrated his mind, and unleashed his magical power of object manipulation. The black leather bag inside the trash can seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and instantly disappeared from its original spot, having actually been taken into Li Baolong's unique and mysterious space.
After dealing with the matter, Li Baolong escorted Honghong back home. Once Honghong was safely inside, he did not choose to stay overnight. Instead, he went straight out of his house, hailed a taxi, and sped towards his residence.
As the night deepened and all was quiet, Li Baolong stood alone in his room. He slowly closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the mysterious space within his body, from which he retrieved the black leather bag. He gently opened the bag, his gaze instantly drawn to the valuables inside. Neatly stacked were three bundles of crisp hundred-yuan bills, with over three thousand yuan in loose change scattered around. A brand-new Motorola candybar phone lay quietly among them. A sly smile crept across Li Baolong's face as he thought to himself, "That wretched fatso, he's become so arrogant and reckless with a little money. I'll let him lose a little today, consider it a lesson, so he'll learn to restrain himself in the future and not act so recklessly." With that, he carefully put the valuables away and began to ponder his next move.
This successful execution of his technique undoubtedly instilled a powerful force within Li Baolong, greatly boosting his confidence. He secretly pondered that if he were to encounter figures like Brother Da Long again, he would no longer be as wary as before. With his current abilities, he could make them pay the price for their past arrogance and rudeness.
A scene flashed through Li Baolong's mind: once he met Brother Da Long and the others, he could control their actions with a mere thought, using his telepathic abilities. Under his command, those once arrogant individuals would instantly lose their autonomy, becoming like puppets under his control. They would fight each other in full view of everyone, fists raining down on each other, and this chaotic and comical scene would last for a full twenty seconds. Thinking of this, Li Baolong could no longer contain his joy and burst into laughter. The laughter echoed in the quiet room, an expression of his joy at his own growth and progress, and a fearless declaration of the challenges that might come his way.
Li Baolong had fallen asleep after exhausting himself with his martial arts technique, only waking up close to noon. After a quick meal, he took a taxi to Honghong's house. Honghong opened the door and, seeing Li Baolong, immediately threw herself into his arms. With a smile, she said, "That fatso yesterday was utterly shameless; he drank too much and did such a thing." Hearing this, Li Baolong secretly rejoiced, thinking that if he ever encountered bad people in the future, he might as well punish them in a similar way.
Recently, the dance hall has been doing brisk business, and Li Baolong has been helping out in his spare time. The fat man from before hasn't shown up since. At this moment, Shasha brought in a beautiful girl. Although the girl was simply dressed, her graceful figure was undeniable, especially her full breasts, which were quite eye-catching. Shasha said to Li Baolong, "Brother Baolong, this is my fellow villager, Xiaoyu, eighteen years old, from Meishan. She wants to work at the dance hall. She just got into university this year, but because her mother is ill, her family is in dire financial straits. Her mother can't afford treatment, and she can't afford tuition either. Her father is disabled and works as a gatekeeper at a construction site, earning only three hundred yuan a month." Hearing this, Li Baolong felt a pang of pity, sighing at her pitiful situation. After thinking for a moment, Li Baolong replied, "We can arrange for her to sell drinks and help Sister Zhang clean the private rooms. She can come to work every night and earn 400 yuan a month. If she has nowhere to stay, she can temporarily stay in a small private room in the dance hall. Brother Hu also lives there. Fortunately, there are enough rooms, and we won't disturb each other."
Xiaoyu's downcast eyes instantly lifted, filled with gratitude and hope, her eyes slightly reddening, tears welling up. She hurriedly bowed deeply to Li Baolong, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Brother Baolong, thank you so much! You've given me and my family hope. I will definitely work hard and never slack off. I will try my best to do every job well." After saying this, she nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, seemingly trying to control her excited emotions, or perhaps secretly making a resolution for her future work. Her appearance was both pitiful and resolute.
For half a month, Li Baolong devoted himself to cultivation every night, aiming to open the channel to the next level. However, although he had some understanding, he failed repeatedly, as if he had not grasped the key points. His efforts to break through his cultivation barrier had to be put on hold for the time being.
The following afternoon, dappled sunlight streamed into every corner of the dance hall, and Li Baolong's figure quietly appeared. His steps were unconsciously drawn by a mournful cry, leading him to a small room at the back of the dance hall. Through the crack in the door, he saw Xiaoyu and a haggard-looking middle-aged woman embracing tightly, tears streaming down their faces.
Li Baolong gently pushed open the door, his eyes filled with concern and confusion. As he approached, he gradually understood the situation. Xiaoyu's mother, the woman whose back was bent under the weight of life's burdens, had exhausted the family's only thousand yuan on her own illness, and the subsequent surgery fees remained an unfillable black hole. In despair, she chose to quietly leave the hospital. She knew that the more than one thousand yuan needed for Xiaoyu's university tuition was like a heavy mountain standing before the family. Xiaoyu's voice, trembling with tears yet incredibly firm, said, "Mom, I won't go to school anymore. I'll work to earn money for your treatment." Those words were like sharp blades, cutting into the hearts of everyone present.
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