Chapter 361: The Mediterranean's Downfall

"Is this considered temptation?" Bai Lang thought. This isn't temptation—Teng Tian Taozi probably didn't intend to go this far; after all, she hadn't had an unpleasant argument with her husband, it's just that hormones made her unconsciously do this. "She's just gaining psychological satisfaction by attracting the attention of a young man like me—though playing with fire, I don't think she'll be able to keep that fire under control when it burns."

Bai Lang watched for a while, while Mrs. Taozi seemed to be tidying back and forth, not really able to stall for time, and soon stood up—this time she gave herself away, because she greeted Bai Lang, indicating she knew Bai Lang was watching her from behind. Mrs. Taozi, with a slight blush on her cheeks, smiled and greeted Bai Lang, then she took a step ahead, and Bai Lang followed a few steps behind—this was to avoid suspicion.

As an Innate Expert, Bai Lang's five senses were sharp; he naturally smelled the lingering perfume in the air after Mrs. Taozi passed, mixed with a faint scent—this was the aroma of hormonal secretions...... That guy revealed a mysterious smile like that of "Lord Lei" from the phrase "Official, I want you"—the way Lord Lei smiles in that phrase—though it's a bit of a pity he lacks a beard.

Not mentioning Bai Lang chuckling behind her, as Mrs. Taozi went upstairs her swaying hips were still quite charming. When she reached the door she also greeted Bai Lang and went in, closing the door, her action not particularly swift or decisive. Bai Lang certainly wouldn't jam the door to squeeze in—if he did, he'd have a ninety percent chance of being dragged in by the police on grounds of coercion. Though maybe the other party would just swallow their anger? But that would really go against Bai Lang's style.

Bai Lang, the upright White Junior Guardian, a proper man—abducting civilians is bad enough, but doing this kind of flower‑picking lecher is truly disgraceful! So he also smiled at the woman closing the door, then walked straight to his own room next door and opened the door to go in. Not long after stepping inside, Bai Lang's ear twitched; he heard the low moaning from next door, and that guy again showed his mysterious smile, feeling that his friendship with Teng Tian Gang had leapt forward once more.

Unbeknownst to him, Teng Tian Gang had already gained a friend as close as life and death; Bai Lang didn't see Mrs. Taozi go out in the following time, after dinner he practiced cultivation for a while, then went online, watched TV, and slept. As for how Teng Tian Sir would console his wife after returning, whether he could console her, Bai Lang already knew the limits of that person's ability.

One day Bai Lang happened to see Mrs. Taozi actually seeing Teng Tian Gang off, while Teng Tian's face was pale, indicating he wasn't feeling well; on the other hand, Mrs. Taozi's complexion looked relatively healthy, though not exactly radiant, she still had a moist glow. Bai Lang first nodded at Mrs. Taozi, then said to Teng Tian Gang, "Good morning, Mr. Teng Tian, off to work? Huh? Why do I see your complexion isn't good? Want to learn the ancient East Asian fitness technique from me?"

He squinted his eyes; Teng Tian Gang's complexion was already poor, now even more embarrassed, yet hearing Bai Lang say that, he momentarily showed a hint of longing. On the road, he then asked Bai Lang, "Mr. Bai, do you really have such a fitness technique?" Bai Lang nodded, there's no need to fool Teng Tian Gang on this—it's just fitness and strengthening, at most a skill for prolonged battles; Bai Lang could casually pick something basic from his own martial arts.

Whether Teng Tian Gang can practice or not is another matter—he sits at the computer all day, after work still goes drinking, and when he comes home late at night he still tries to soothe his wife; if he could find time to train, that would be a miracle. Moreover, Bai Lang patted his shoulder, of course aware that this guy's body is very empty inside; if he wants to practice martial arts, first replenish his vital energy. But given Mrs. Taozi's state, even if Teng Tian Gang replenished his vital energy without first consolidating the foundation, he would surely be drained by Mrs. Taozi.

When Bai Lang patted his shoulder he felt full of sympathy, but Teng Tian Gang sensed a strong force—while the junior high student beside him only gave a light pat, apparently the other person's physique is good. Arriving at the station, Bai Lang as usual saw classmate Ban Tian, and Teng Tian Gang immediately leered—Bai Lang noticed that Japanese men seem to innately have that smirk, and moreover this poorly trained programmer with hair even dared to loop his little fingers through the ring formed by the thumb and index finger of his other hand, moving them in and out.

After that the guy slipped away, and Bai Lang felt their friendship had risen another notch......

Bai Lang didn't care, but it seemed Ban Tian had noticed too, just keeping his head down. After boarding the car, Bai Lang happily discovered he had finally seen the train molester—and this guy was targeting Ban Tian. "Poor guy." Bai Lang sighed, because this person in front of him was certainly no handsome, suave middle‑aged man; rather, he was a paunchy, middle‑aged Mediterranean man who pressed his belly against Ban Tian, using the car's motion and the crowd's sway to constantly rub his lower parts.

Both hands were raised holding the strap, apparently also noticing that this made him harder to catch, but that disgusting lower part moved like an electric motor...... Ban Tian seemed to be that introverted female classmate, just like in the film, not daring to speak out or resist, only striving to shift her body away. Bai Lang saw that this fellow could, using only his lower half, flip Ban Tian's skirt up to reveal her underwear underneath—truly astonishing.

Then he grabbed the guy's Mediterranean by the waist, asking in rather stiff Japanese, "Are you enjoying that?" He applied a little more force with his hand, and so the people nearby noticed the man's hideous lower half—he turned out to be a zipper‑man. Japanese folks, uninvolved, usually look away, but gawking at a spectacle is also human nature; at that moment a rising and falling chorus of voices appeared, along with some taking photos......

Facing the 1.8‑meter Bai Lang, the roughly 1.7‑meter Mediterranean didn't dare cause a scene; he just lowered his head, shoved in, pulled the zipper while constantly apologizing, even trying to bow or kneel despite the cramped space. Indeed, if caught it would be social death, especially for such a greasy middle‑aged man—one can easily imagine his second half of life ruined. Bai Lang slapped the man's Mediterranean, saying, "Sir, this isn't something an apology or a prostration can fix...... You want me to call the police?"

At this very moment Bai Lang's expression was absolutely cool and suave; he kept slapping the Mediterranean, each slap making him seem a bit shorter. "Like this—for the sake of your future life, you should compensate that classmate for the emotional harm. Let's get off and talk it over? At this moment you're still worrying about being late? Hahaha, sir, you've got a big heart—hey! Anyone calling the police? Never mind, I'll do it myself."

Thus the Mediterranean was obediently pulled out of the carriage by Bai Lang; the station security was also watching, so Bai Lang took him to the side, with Ban Tian following—next Bai Lang wanted to try out a common trope from Japanese dramas, dealing with this old rascal, and his conscience wouldn't hurt at all.