Chapter 42: Pursuing the Lady Vigilante (Part Two)

Li Yiting never expected that on his way to Lijiang, he would accidentally catch the “Ugly Young Master.” If it weren’t for Liu Zichen’s timely message, that scoundrel would have slipped away right under his nose!

There are many who act lecherously; if no harm comes of it, it’s nearly impossible to catch them. Now, punishing such behavior relies solely on acts of bravery.

The young lady was undoubtedly fortunate.

The trembling old man gave him a thumbs-up, and the girl, both wronged and grateful, stood up. Li Yiting merely nodded to them before, like a hawk catching a chick, he grabbed the Ugly Young Master and strode toward the train police office as if a divine being had descended. He was determined to interrogate him on the spot.

Meanwhile, Chen Tianyu was anxiously waiting for news from the female vigilante.

The Ugly Young Master was a typical bully who preyed on the weak; under interrogation, he spilled everything he knew about the female vigilante like beans from a bamboo tube. To Li Yiting’s surprise, it turned out that the Ugly Young Master and the female vigilante were actually married!

Though only in name, their union was essentially dead.

Li Yiting questioned him skeptically, “Do you carry a marriage certificate? Who would marry you?” He had seen the female vigilante’s profile photo; she was clearly a tall, stunning beauty.

“Hmph, didn’t Wu Dalang marry Pan Jinlian?” the Ugly Young Master said with some pride. “Brother, I admit I was wrong today, but it’s my first offense... Everyone has a heart for beauty...”

He furtively studied Li Yiting’s expression and continued, “Look, I have a family too. Please, be magnanimous and spare me this once. I beg you, I beg you... I won’t do it again.”

With an extremely earnest look, he gazed at Li Yiting pitifully.

Li Yiting chuckled inwardly; this scoundrel was still playing games, not realizing who he was dealing with.

“I might let you off,” Li Yiting said theatrically, “but I had a complicated past with your wife. Now I’m going to find her. You’ll lead the way.”

“Ah?!” The Ugly Young Master was genuinely stunned. His beady eyes suspiciously examined the tall, handsome man before him. So he had been cuckolded? Wasn’t he usually the one putting green hats on others?

But soon he didn’t care; instead, an inexplicable pleasure welled up inside him. Handsome or not, what use was that?

Still, his face remained obsequious. Now caught in the cat’s claws, he tried to appear obedient. “Brother, we’ve been separated for so long. How can you find her? Besides, she hates me with a passion. Why don’t you look for her yourself?”

Li Yiting sneered, “You must have some contact info, right?”

“He changed his number long ago and blocked me several times. I’m a nuisance,” the Ugly Young Master said, this time honestly.

Li Yiting let him try all his tricks and said calmly, “Where does she usually hang out?”

“Well...” The Ugly Young Master looked pained, “I really don’t know. Ah! Pain... pain...”

Li Yiting grabbed his neck and lifted him again. This guy wouldn’t cry until he saw the coffin. The Ugly Young Master was gasping for air, his eyes bulging comically.

“Spare... spare me!” he pleaded with all his might.

Li Yiting loosened his grip slightly, and the Ugly Young Master hurried to speak, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk...”

“Speak.”

Panting, the Ugly Young Master said, “She likes to hang out in bars, drinks like a fish... those wild, noisy places full of handsome men and beautiful women. She loves it there, goes every day.”

“No wonder she’s so wild,” he muttered.

Li Yiting said coldly, “Which bar does she go to most often? If you waste my time, I’ll break your neck right here.”

This time the Ugly Young Master thought hard for a moment. “Brother, let me think... let me think...”

“At First Sight, the disco!” he finally said decisively.

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A slender, tall woman, her cheeks flushed, closed the glass door of the bar behind her. The noise instantly diminished, as if inside and outside were two different worlds.

Having drunk quite a bit of foreign liquor tonight, she suddenly felt nauseous. Given her usual tolerance, this was unusual. She leaned against the gutter by the wall, dry-heaving a few times but unable to vomit.

Then she staggered forward. Along the way, many shifty-eyed men covertly ogled her graceful figure and the large waves of hair bouncing on her chest—likely outsiders hoping to “scavenge.” These men sought romance but found none, yet their hearts clung stubbornly to hope.

“Bastards!” she cursed silently.

But she was used to such an environment and these leering eyes. If it weren’t for the recent murder on the bar street, the gazes would have been even denser and more intense.

Go home, she thought, shaking her fuzzy head slightly, then spat on the ground. Such manners were shocking coming from a fashionable beauty.

What a lousy world! What lousy people!

She staggered onward, leaving the bar street behind. The noise faded completely, and her senses sharpened. Huh?

Suddenly, she felt something was off—was someone following her?

Even drunk, she was still the experienced streetwise woman she had always been. Lustful men might admire a fair face and long legs, but to dare act on such thoughts? They’d be courting death.

She didn’t look back but instinctively quickened her pace, yet she couldn’t shake the strange gaze locked on her, as if it clung to her skin, making her uneasy.

Fine. She abruptly stopped and waited for whoever was behind her to approach. Her nausea vanished as her senses cleared. Now she could clearly hear footsteps—two of them.

Behind her were a man and a woman, both tourists. When she stopped, they made no effort to avoid her but boldly closed the distance.

“Please wait,” the female tourist spoke first, showing no intent to hide.

She was a bit surprised—why was a woman following her too?

Her body remained still, but she turned her head slightly, catching the woman’s face out of the corner of her eye. The man followed leisurely,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.