Chapter Sixteen: Online Frenzy

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This post had only just been uploaded when it immediately frightened those who read it.

After that, the post spread like wildfire.

“No way, this is terrifying!”

“Damn, if I hadn’t read this post, I would never have known there was such a horrifying place out there. Good thing my dad sent me off to join the army when I was rebellious. If I’d been sent to this place, I’d have cut ties with my father for life,” said a user with the ID Handsome Guy in Green.

“This isn’t even the first time the Internet Addiction Center has made the news. I remember the first was back in 2009, and it caused a huge uproar. I paid attention to it back then, and I thought the center had already been shut down. But to think this dreadful place has been running all these years—seven years! Who knows how many people Yang Feikuang has harmed in all this time? It’s unimaginable.”

“I’ve never understood how Yang Feikuang’s Internet Addiction Center, where teenagers are forcibly detained and subjected to electric shocks, isn’t considered abuse. Isn’t forced imprisonment and torture a crime? Has the legal system gone blind? Why hasn’t this man been arrested and sentenced?” asked a user named Little Mushroom Picking Flowers.

“Exactly, what Yang Feikuang is doing is clearly against the law. By rights, he should be behind bars,” added an ID called Seven Foot Something.

“Damn, I know someone in Yangcheng Prison. If Yang Feikuang ends up there, I’ll tell my big brother inside to make his life hell, let him know what real agony is,” said a user with the ID Big Bird Hanging Down Three Feet.

“Incredible—electrocution is forbidden even as a criminal penalty for death row inmates, yet here it’s used on innocent teenagers. It’s beyond belief,” said someone with the ID Whale Rider of the Eastern Sea. “And despite all the criticism, this Internet Addiction Center is still open. Just how powerful is Yang Feikuang’s backing?”

“Who knows.”

“Heh, you’re all unaware, aren’t you? This Internet Addiction Center is actually affiliated with a psychiatric hospital. That means it’s technically a hospital, and psychiatric hospitals have the authority to detain and treat patients. In this way, Yang Feikuang can ‘legitimately’ use electric shock treatments on teenagers,” explained the user Gate of Truth.

“****, so that’s how it works.”

“So you’re saying Yang Feikuang’s Internet Addiction Center is perfectly legal?” someone posted, adding a dumbfounded emoji.

“Unfortunately, that’s the truth.”

“It’s just outrageous! Someone like Yang Feikuang, abusing teens with electric shocks, can actually do so legally? I can’t believe this world anymore.”

“I’m with you on that.”

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“Thank God my family was too poor to send me to that place when I was young, or I’d be dead by now.”

“But only the strangest parents would send their children there, wouldn’t they?”

The internet is full of all kinds of people.

Most were furiously cursing Yang Feikuang.

Yet, there were still a few defending him.

“I’m a parent of a child with internet addiction. Until a few days ago, I didn’t know what was going on, but lately I’ve seen all the online uproar. Tears of anger streamed down my face as I remembered my child’s downward spiral—never leaving the house, day and night lost in violent games, eating instant noodles piled a foot high at the computer, indifferent to family, resentful of parents, skipping school, labeled as mentally ill. Back then, I cursed the creators of these damned games that poisoned so many kids. When we were desperate, at the end of our rope, it was the Linyi Internet Addiction Center, Uncle Yang, who saved our family—and countless families like ours. Uncle Yang is a great benefactor.”

“Don’t be deceived, everyone. These posts are just the work of paid trolls hired by gaming companies. Uncle Yang Feikuang is trying to help these children. The real villains are the game developers, who should rot in hell. Yang Feikuang is a hero.”

These few posts defending him only made the internet explode further.

“Damn, there are actually people defending Yang Feikuang? My eyes have been opened.”

“Bro, I know the money’s good, but have some basic conscience. Is fifty cents a post really worth selling your soul?”

“May the families of all who defend Yang Feikuang perish.”

“If parents would just spend time with their kids, there wouldn’t be internet addiction. Then, when problems arise, they just want to spend money and expect their kids to be fixed. Is that what they call dedication?”

“These parents are just too lazy to raise their own children—neglect them first, then send them away for inhumane destruction.”

“I read a news story about a kid who went through electric shock treatment—well, not a kid anymore—and to this day, he doesn’t think he should thank his parents. He hasn’t been close to them for years, still living in fear. That fear has made it impossible for him to truly connect with others, always keeping his distance. I doubt he’ll ever have a normal relationship or get married, because he can’t let anyone into his life. It’s like always worrying that if you let someone into your home, they might stab you with a knife at any moment. He’s been tense ever since.”

Shen Ye scrolled through these posts on his phone.

The more he read, the more his anger simmered.

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“I hadn’t paid much attention to these Internet Addiction Centers before and didn’t know such bizarre places existed.” A cold smile appeared at the corner of Shen Ye’s lips. “It seems this strange place is calling out to me, asking me to erase it. Thunder King Yang Feikuang? Electromagnetic Infantry Yang Feikuang? What an arrogant name.”

“This place is truly cruel,” Wen Xiuting nodded in agreement. “But what I really can’t understand is what kind of heartless parents would send their children there. Some kids are hard to manage, yes, but in my opinion, that’s always because they were neglected from the start. The post put it well: first neglect them, then send them away for inhumane destruction.”

“Exactly.” Shen Ye nodded. “It’s utter nonsense. There is injustice in the world, and I will cut it down.”

“I haven’t been active for a while either. Now, let me have a good, satisfying massacre.” Shen Ye stood up and casually stretched, his joints cracking as he moved.

Shen Ye began to prepare to set out.

First, he needed to confirm the location of Yang Feikuang’s Internet Addiction Center, which was easy enough to find on the Gaode Map.

It was still broad daylight—tonight, he would unleash havoc.

He got ready for his mission.

For his mask this time, he chose the face of the Red Boy.

Yang Yongxin tortured children; the Red Boy is a child—let him taste his own medicine.

He packed his usual bamboo chopsticks.

And… his gloves. This pair of gloves was crafted after he moved to Yangcheng, as a reward from a system mission. He had someone custom-make them according to the formula provided, and after testing them out, he found their performance was nothing short of extraordinary.

In this era, they were weapons of legendary caliber among cold arms.

Especially suitable for someone like him, who specialized in brute force and overwhelming his opponents.

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