It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

A nearby girl interrupted the girl's quiet explanation, and the crowd immediately erupted in laughter. Amidst the clamor and chatter, the girl was half-pushed and half-pushed into the room. Soon, the lively atmosphere faded from the doorway, leaving Bai Lin alone, standing outside in a daze.

Offering champagne to a girl...why does that look so funny? And although I feel that the little red-haired guy doesn't look so frivolous, it doesn't seem that different. Do girls like this nowadays?

Men, in such situations, would always unconsciously compare themselves to each other. Even though Bai Lin had lost his male body, he still felt that he was more handsome than the other person, and he was trying to gain a small victory mentally.

He did not hesitate at the door for too long and soon walked in. As a bystander, he found an deserted corner and sat down to watch the party of these young boys and girls.

From the conversation, I learned that this villa was bought for the red-haired boy by his parents. Probably when he turns 18, they will transfer the house to him.

Just buy a big villa for the child. My family doesn’t seem to be as rich as his... No, that’s not the point.

As the most important person to observe, the girl was the one Bai Lin needed to pay the most attention to. Bai Lin was of course aware of this. From his current observations, even someone as slow-witted as him could tell that the girl genuinely had feelings for the red-haired man. She might seem a little skeptical and shy because of his actions and teasing remarks, but this was normal behavior for a girl of his age.

However, the girl didn't seem to be used to this environment. Her legs were a little uneasy, and she had mentioned to Red Hair that it was a bit noisy here. However, Red Hair calmed her down with just a few words.

It was obvious that this girl was a bit out of place in this place. Although Bai Lin didn't want to judge the situation too subjectively, at the moment, it was hard for her not to feel that this was a good girl who was abducted by a second-rate rich second-generation.

But what can Bai Lin do? He can only see. Even if he has a physical body now, he has no right to interfere with other people's feelings. The best he can do is to turn a blind eye and run away. Unfortunately, he is now forced to look at this scene. Bai Lin yawned and thought,

If I knew who made me have such a perverted dream, I would definitely smash his head into the ground and I wouldn't be able to pull it out.

Just when Bai Lin was bored and started to have wild thoughts, some unusual situations instantly touched her sensitive nerves of long-term survival in the wild in another world.

As time went by, the people at the party gradually dispersed, and the girl that Bai Lin was closely observing seemed to have been forced to drink some alcohol. Her face began to turn red, and her eyes became a little blurry, obviously she was not able to handle the alcohol.

Although minors shouldn't drink, in a place with such a rich drinking culture, occasionally having a drink or two with friends is considered normal. Especially... for these seemingly scoundrels, drinking is incredibly strange. But of course, Bai Lin didn't just find these things unusual.

In addition to the girl's deteriorating condition, the little red-haired boy's actions were also becoming more and more bold.

Chapter 584: Strong Hand Splits the Skull

First, his hands moved to her shoulders and waist, then continued to move downwards, gradually exploring the girl's area that had never been touched by anyone else. Bai Lin had been staring at this scene, but of course she was not watching with interest, but rather with a frown.

It always feels... weird.

Finally, the girl seemed to have been suppressed to the limit, and broke free from the red-haired man's half-holding arms, saying "I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face" and ran out. As the man left, the red-haired man's originally graceful expression collapsed in an instant. He made a "tsk" sound as if he felt bored, and then waved his hands.

"almost."

All of a sudden, the few people who were still having fun seemed to understand something. They stood up from their seats and obediently left the villa, leaving only three boys who looked about the same age as the red-haired boy standing there.

"Boss, the potency of the medicine this time has been doubled as you said. I guess she can't bear it any longer, so we can go straight in now."

The yellow-haired boy on the side smiled frivolously and moved closer to the red-haired boy. The red-haired boy followed his smile, showing his big white teeth and replied,

"Of course I know, but it would be meaningless if I don't tease her a little. I want to play with women, not dead people!"

Bai Lin's face turned pale in an instant. He looked at the wine glass left by the girl on the table and listened to the conversation between the three people. He felt something was wrong.

No, what the hell is going on? Aren't you two about to become boyfriend and girlfriend? Do you want to drug me?

As if he had heard Bai Lin's thoughts, the red-haired man hummed and said,

"That girl actually said she'd wait until she went to college before considering it. But I didn't want to play house with her anyway, so this is perfect!"

Now, no explanation was needed; the situation was completely clear. Looking at the three people in front of him who were discussing how to deal with the girl, Bai Lin's expression was extremely depressed.

Although he had heard of many scumbags, seeing is believing. This was the first time she had seen someone who was born into such a situation. But what made Bai Lin even more angry was that in the current situation, she could only watch this scene happen.

I watched as the toilet door was opened and the girl was pulled out. She was kissed by the pig's lips against the wall and restrained by the hands of desire. She gradually lost her mind in the struggle and fell into the soft bed, falling into the abyss from which there was no turning back.

"Hey, who brought me to see these things? What do you mean by that? Are you torturing me?"

Bai Lin didn't want to watch this unfold. He cursed loudly above his head, but the only voices that responded were the three men and one woman in the house next to him. He gritted his teeth and tried to pick up something nearby and throw it at them, but his hand could only pass through it like mist.

No matter what he did, it was futile; he could only watch this unfold. Although Bai Lin didn't recognize the girl before him and had no connection to her, at this moment, if he had any power to intervene, he would have tried to stop them. The reason for this was simply the natural resentment that humans harbor towards those who cross the line of morality and law.

They were so confident and calm in doing this, calling so many friends to help them out. From their conversation, it even seemed like this wasn't the first time these three had kidnapped decent girls. Damn, they were born into a poor family.

Suddenly, a violent noise came from the doorknob, and the wealthy second-generations, who were twisting their bodies, suddenly stopped. Their naked bodies all looked towards the door, their eyes filled with panic and shock.

"Boss, what's going on? Why are there people coming?"

"Damn it! How should I know?! Which one of you got exposed?"

During this brief conversation, the doorknob was crushed into a ball, twisted like a piece of paper, and fell helplessly to the ground. Then, a roar that shook the entire house rang out, and a metal mechanical arm, emitting a faint smoke, pierced through the wall where the doorknob was located and entered.

Then, out from behind the door stepped an old man who didn't look tall, but whose build was incredibly strong. His eyes held endless rage and a sharp, knife-like gaze. Standing tall, he emerged from behind the door like a hawk darting from a cliff, his fierce gaze silently sizing up and locking onto his prey.

The three teenagers were obviously frightened by this scene, and their expressions were also different. Two of them fled to different places in the room, and the remaining one looked unfamiliar with the place and didn't know where to run. Seeing the old man gradually approaching, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him.

"I didn't mean to do that! I didn't mean to do that! Please let me go!"

But how could this be unintentional? Even if it wasn't intentional, I'm afraid there's no room for negotiation.

The old man raised his leg and kicked the man's chin, along with his entire upper body. Then he reached out his hand and punched the man's shoulder hard, smashing it into the broken wall. Debris immediately collapsed, and screams continued. Then, the old man extended his arm and pressed it against the man's mouth, as if to silence him, and placed his other hand between his hips.

The sound of cloth being torn echoed, and a long strip of flesh, accompanied by a large amount of flesh and blood and the other party's screams, fell to the ground. A large amount of filthy blood gushed out from the other party's body. As the old man loosened his grip, the man leaning against the wall rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, falling in a pool of blood in a twisted posture.

Then, there was the sound of heavy iron colliding, and then a buzzing sound. A baseball bat about 70 centimeters long hit the old man's head from behind. The old man felt the pain and his eyes rolled back. He fell forward unconsciously. The man behind him saw this and gritted his teeth, suppressing his fear. He swung his arm again and swung the iron bar in his hand, cursing loudly at the same time.

"Go to hell, you old bastard!"

Chapter 585 Explosive Killing

Since he was standing directly behind the old man, who was also falling forward, he couldn't hit him directly, and attacking his back didn't make much sense, so his stick landed between the old man's legs. The old man cried out in pain, and it seemed as if there was also the sound of bones breaking with the blow. His body instantly lost balance and fell to the ground half-kneeling.

Seeing this, the man raised the baseball bat in his hand high, took two steps forward, and tried to hit the old man's back of the head again from top to completely take away his already blurred consciousness.

But for a ferocious falcon, even a moment's respite would give it time to regroup. If he continued to pursue the falcon relentlessly, perhaps he could still seize the opportunity. The old man fell backward, landing on his side, using his hands to support himself against the ground. He then powerfully kicked his uninjured leg backward, striking the young man squarely in the abdomen.

The latter's face wrinkled, distorted by intense pain. He unconsciously stumbled backward, foaming at the mouth as if in agony, before collapsing onto the bedside table behind him. In that brief moment, the old man had managed to stand up, swaying unsteadily. With his dim eyes, he surveyed the young man, who lay trembling on the ground, looking at him.

Then, the old man grabbed the bat's head with one hand and the handle with the other. Instantly, the metal bat was torn apart with ease, like a fragile leaf. The man sitting on the ground watched this scene, his eyes filled with a deeper despair. He gasped uncontrollably, his body trembling.

This was fear. Even humans felt the same fear when faced with a creature of their own species. After all, ghost stories weren't necessarily real, but the person before them was even more helpless and hopeless than even the demons of hell.

As the torturer, the old man seemed to think this wasn't enough, and he struck the bat's handle with another punch. His body also smashed against the bedside table he was leaning against, and with a muffled groan, he slammed into the broken wall behind him, falling powerlessly to the ground, whimpering and emitting intermittent screams.

The old man didn't hesitate. His gaze instantly turned to the inside of the room. He was staring at his little red-haired child in shock. That was his final prey. Only when he realized it was his turn did he notice something was amiss. Like a monkey, he leaped forward, shouting and scurrying. He was running towards the window.

This is the second floor. Even if I jump down, I may not die. But if I fall into the hands of this old guy, I will definitely be doomed!

Unfortunately, the mere ten meters between the bed and the window had become a barrier between life and death that he could not cross. A warm metal arm descended upon the man's shoulder, and then, the red-haired man was pinned directly against the edge of the window. His body was turned over, facing the old man's gaze.

The old man's sharp eyes seemed to be able to devour people alive, causing Red Hair to chatter uncontrollably. However, his survival instinct seemed to drive him to make a final plea.

"Please spare my life. My family is rich! Whether it's millions or tens of millions, I'll give it to you!"

This plea seemed like clumsy nonsense. It was normal for a human being forced into such a predicament when cornered. The old man paused for a moment, his gaze sifting through the man's body, like slowly moving a sharp knife across a piglet's body, determining where to begin.

He seemed calmer than before, but the red-haired man he was holding was not like that. As if because of the blow he had received earlier, blood began to seep from the old man's forehead and dripped onto the red-haired man's cheek. This made the already panicked man fall into a deeper fear. He could no longer hold back and shouted loudly,

"Did you hear that? This house, the car in the basement, everything..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man's heavy fist landed on the red-haired man's cheek, making his facial features sunken. His voice stopped abruptly, but the old man's movements did not stop. He dragged the red-haired man's body, pressed his upper body against the edge of the window, and then raised his other hand.

The punch landed, and Red Hair's scream echoed through the night sky, resounding loudly in the empty darkness. The edge of the iron window was bent slightly, and part of his sternum was completely shattered, and the sharp part of the window eaves also pierced his flesh.

The old man shifted the man's body, changed the angle, and punched him again, this time breaking the shoulder blade. Only then did Red Hair realize that the old man hadn't considered his offer, but was just...

I'm just thinking about how to execute him.

Soon, his body was like a human stake, being driven into the window eaves bit by bit, and then the windshield was broken bit by bit. Finally, the red-haired man's whole body was completely embedded in the broken glass. His body was shattered just like the glass under him.

The half of his body that was leaning out of the window had no intact area left. The deep night he longed to escape to, with its silence, put an end to his already lifeless eyes.

Then, this bleak and bloody scene turned into gray dust, floating in front of Bai Lin. He was silent, wondering what he was thinking.

The moment the old man appeared, Bai Lin understood why he was witnessing this scene. Those iron hands, that sturdy frame, and those sharp eyes proved without a doubt that he was the old Biden, the man who often grinned and tortured Bai Lin. That was Bai Lin's former martial arts master in his original world.

——This chapter is a draft

I suddenly realized that for some reason, I only wrote 1,800 words on the day I wrote this chapter and published it. And I actually split it off to write another chapter the next day, which accidentally caused this chapter to be less than 2,000 words.

But the author has obsessive compulsive disorder. Anyway, this book won't sell, so I just typed a few words here to make up the word count. If you want to read the next chapter, just jump to the next chapter.

By the way, when ff14 opens the dragon poem, I may not update it for a while, so I’m giving you a heads-up in advance.

Chapter 586 The Initial Discipline

The one lying on the bed, being abused, was the old man's granddaughter. Bai Lin had only met her once before, so he had an impression of her but couldn't remember who she was. He only remembered that he had asked the old man,

"How can an old wall lamp like you have such a lovely granddaughter?"

After witnessing this unprecedented scene, Bai Lin felt his muscles, originally tense with anger, stiffen. His five fingers were spread out, trembling slightly as if unable to exert any strength. His heart was beating rapidly, but his breathing was not rapid, instead he felt a little breathless.

“…You saw everything.”

The old man's voice rang out, as if lamenting. Bai Lin didn't even turn his head. He knew who was talking. He shook his head and replied,

"I didn't expect it to be this way. Although I didn't completely believe the subsequent reports, I couldn't find any reason why you would kill someone."

"Besides, I don't know where you live, and there's no way to contact your family, so I just have to accept this fact."

Back then, the old man who often came to teach Bai Lin how to exercise and martial arts suddenly disappeared one day. The next time Bai Lin saw him, he was watching TV by chance and found a report about the old man.

"A mentally ill elderly man broke into a private residence and murdered people in a fit of rage," the report read. They explained the elderly man's behavior by citing mental disorder, without mentioning the victims. However, during interviews with the victims' parents, several mothers wept bitterly, lamenting how their children, so wonderful, could have suffered such a fate.

The old man sighed deeply, stood beside Bai Lin, and said,

"That's understandable. Their family is rich and powerful, and I have a good idea of ​​how my story will get out. But I don't care about that. There are many things I need to care about more than my reputation."

As the old man spoke, the dark, lightless scene resurfaced. A guardrail appeared before Bai Lin, and before him lay a lake, dim and oppressive at night. The sky above him was sparsely lit with a few stars, and there was no moonlight at all. It was a truly bleak and somewhat melancholy scene.

Bai Lin leaned on the armrest, looked sideways, and said,

"Could it be that you can't let me go?"

"What's wrong with not being able to let you go? I'm already a dead man. Just go along with an old man like me for once and stop arguing with me, okay?"

The old man replied to Bai Lin unhappily, and Bai Lin put his hand under his nose. The subtle feeling of returning to the past made Bai Lin smile slightly. He said,

"Don't bring up your age. Forget about your ever-present smile. Just look at those iron hands of yours. What sixty-year-old would live with something like that? You only injured one hand, but you actually cut both of them off to balance your weight. Who's as energetic as you? Who's as reckless as you? Even a youngster like me can't compare to you in the slightest."

The old man was a veteran who had experienced war. He hadn't done much, but he was a veteran who had survived the battles. The only story Bai Lin knew was about his hands. As for his former comrades, Bai Lin knew nothing about them. He only occasionally saw a flicker of nostalgia in the old man's eyes.

At that time, Bai Lin had injured both legs and the old wall lamp had disabled both hands. He had joked about this a lot, but Bai Lin was not in the mood to joke with him about this at the time. After all, it was a big blow to Bai Lin and was not suitable as a joke.

"Hey, just be more serious. I know you're a grown-up now, not the silly boy you used to be. This is also the last class."

Listening to the old man's somewhat heavy words, Bai Lin turned and looked at the old man beside him. All the sharpness and edge he had seen before, and the effortless and unpredictable smile, had now completely disappeared. His wrinkled face was filled with fatigue and vicissitudes of life. It was as if, in an instant, he had truly become an ordinary old man.

Looking at the desolate scene behind him, Bai Lin could clearly feel the emotions emanating from the other person. So, he nodded slightly.

The old man looked at Bai Lin, sighed again, and said,

"Originally, I didn't want you to see this. I felt like I could have fought with you and slowly talked it out, and then it would have made sense. But now, I can't beat you, and I can't talk you out either."

"The person who wanted me to come see you couldn't bear it any longer, so I came here to show you this. Now, I know you don't like being lectured, so I'll keep it short."

"Boy, do you remember what the first commandment I told you when I taught you how to fight was?"

Bai Lin heard the old man's question and replied without hesitation,

"Of course it's the law. How could I forget that? Fight within the scope permitted by the law."

"You remember it clearly. In the end, it was me who broke this rule."

The old man, like Bai Lin, leaned against the long railing. He placed his hands flat in front of him and continued preaching.

"I fought for so long back then, countless people around me were killed or wounded, and I myself have no idea how many people I've killed. When I finally returned to my hometown, which I longed for so long, I felt something was a little strange. Not only did the buildings look unfamiliar, but the people of this era also looked a little strange to me. I could clearly communicate with them normally, but I always felt like saying nothing, and I didn't want to talk to anyone."

"When someone does something that makes me uncomfortable in front of me, my first reaction is to pull out my gun and shoot them instead of having a good conversation. That's when I realized it wasn't my hometown that had changed, it was me."

Military life is brutal and unforgiving. The so-called camaraderie, the care between superiors and subordinates, the warmth of solidarity between individuals—beneath the torrent of steel, these things born of flesh and blood will only be crushed, buried deep beneath the impenetrable glacier, slowly fading and eventually dissipating.

On a battlefield where people died daily, he himself constantly took lives. In the end, not only emotions, but even the morality and sense of justice that once defined humanity began to slowly fade. This was what he, as an ordinary person, experienced and endured.

Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a great veteran with an unbending backbone and a proud spirit.

Chapter 587 Don’t Believe It, Boy

Having returned alive, he should enjoy the simple life and live more peacefully.

But the reality was quite different from what he'd expected. His nose, saturated with the smell of blood for so long, was completely overwhelmed by the fresh air. Even if he saw someone in military uniform taking photos and having fun on the street, he'd be startled at first, then filled with anger, rushing up to them like a neurotic old man, scolding them, perhaps even engaging in a fight.

The old man didn't get to see his wife one last time, and he hadn't seen his children in over a decade. He couldn't say he had no feelings for them, but like with everyone else, he couldn't feel the warmth he once had. So, after much contemplation, he picked up a minimum standard to regulate his behavior, trying to reintegrate himself into normal "human" life.

And that standard is what we call "law."

Unlike morality, the law is clearly defined, with every rule and regulation written down in black and white. Although this is only the lowest standard, it is sufficient.

"Everyone obeys the law, and there's nothing wrong with that. But I made a mistake by teaching you this as the first rule."

The old man said this to Bai Lin in a heavy tone. Bai Lin tilted his head and replied,

"Is there a problem with that? I've always been a law-abiding citizen."