Chapter 588: Slashing Male Beauty?

Bai Lang was ushered out by the crowd of women, a flock of chirping women surrounding him and striking up conversation—"Logically this shouldn't be possible, right? Even if I were Andy Lau it wouldn't be this extreme," they said. Bai Lang now felt a bit bewildered. He was very confident in his handsome, heroic looks and masculine bearing, but no amount of confidence should have led to this point, with a group of women swarming him as if they'd never seen a man in eight lifetimes…

"Ladies, the streets are full of men, many of them good‑looking, none worse than my brother Bai Lang; why don't you go after them?" Bai Lang kept the question to himself, sniffed his own scent, "There's no trace of any love potion, that kind of drug that makes you delirious with a single inhalation, you have to try it or you'll die—damn, even in a world teeming with gods and Buddhas I've never seen such a thing." He chalked it up to hormones; humans aren't merely lowly animals driven entirely by hormones…

One can only say that women hold up half the sky; they also have the right to pursue handsome men, and in the Imperial Capital these women are probably the most aggressive of the lot—Bai Lang could tell that many of them had good jobs or ran their own businesses, and financial independence gave them great confidence… Their broadened horizons made them bold in expressing themselves—when it comes to marriage later? Bai Lang thought most of these women probably hadn't even considered that at all.

Among these women, many were probably just thinking about a date… Bai Lang understood perfectly; a handsome, robust man like him being welcomed by such flirtatious women was normal, but if they treated him like a white horse's gigolo, that really annoyed him. "It's on me, whether you use it or not," Bai Lang chuckled. After he left, trouble returned—Liu Yali stopped him, wanting him to ride in her car to her home, and the other women also started speaking up.

"What's the deal, my place is close to those Beijing attractions, right behind Gong Wang Mansion; why not stay at my house?" someone said, and more than one claimed their homes were also fine. Liu Yali then said she already had an appointment, and Bai Lang added that it was indeed already arranged—otherwise he would have hurt the woman who showed him kindness; Bai Lang would never do that—this person could now be called a gentleman.

Sometimes watching those weaker ones squabble for each other is quite entertaining…

After saving all their WeChat contacts, Bai Lang finally got into Liu Yali's car and drove away amid the other women's lingering reluctance. "Someone's following…" Bai Lang didn't intend to warn the woman, and Liu Yali's chosen route seemed a bit odd to him, feeling like they were heading toward an upscale commercial district. "Are you going shopping?" Bai Lang asked.

"How can I go without buying something?" Liu Yali looked at him, perhaps thinking Bai Lang was a wanderer with empty hands? Though indeed Bai Lang had no luggage—the RV had been abandoned in Alaska, and his journey south took hardly any time. Having cultivated to an inner‑landscape master, he was already a leakless body; becoming a filthy ghost shedding skin and greasy hair was virtually impossible. The dust that settled on him would be shattered by his protective true Qi—he could do it whenever he wanted.

So Bai Lang was neither dirty nor smelly, and he had little need to buy clothes—thus he somewhat forgot about buying garments and packing luggage. To Liu Yali, Bai Lang seemed like that artistic drifter. Why say that? Because Bai Lang was clean, his complexion was excellent, his teeth were white and he had no breath odor, making him the kind of "drifter" you see in movies.

The car stopped in the mall's underground parking, and Liu Yali led Bai Lang to the men's clothing section. "We can't order custom pieces in time, so we'll just buy something casually," the woman said. Bai Lang outright refused, "There's no need; our relationship isn't at that level. I really can't accept such hospitality, Miss Liu. If it's like this, I think I'd better stay at a hotel myself." This is what's called soft rice, hard eating, a secret art of Cao.

Unfortunately, Bai Lang wasn't Cao, and he had no desire to eat soft rice; he could pay for anything himself and didn't want a woman footing the bill. Seeing Bai Lang like that, Liu Yali immediately softened, almost pressing herself against his chest, even resorting to the art of coquettishness to buy things for him. Bai Lang had never encountered such a situation; a true iron‑blooded man never deals with romantic softness, and he truly didn't know what to do.

In the end, with no other choice, he let the woman buy him some clothes—Bai Lang had already planned to compensate her with small gold nuggets; as for flesh payment? Forget it, he wasn't interested. When he tried on the clothes, even the shop clerk's eyes lit up, "Sir, you look truly handsome in this." Bai Lang's tall, long‑legged, muscular frame was a perfect hanger; wearing these simple yet pricey menswear gave him a unique aura.

In the end, Bai Lang didn't take all the clothes, but chose a portion, paying for them himself—he still had plenty of US dollars, paying cash was fine, he could just exchange at official rates. "I really can't let you pay; otherwise it wouldn't make sense," Bai Lang decided decisively, prompting the other party to become even softer… It seemed this woman was almost boneless now.

The high‑rise duplex was still over two hundred square meters; Liu Yali was definitely wealthy. With Bai Lang's rather crude non‑martial observation skills, he truly couldn't detect any other man's presence in the house—perhaps a man or woman with keen perception could spot a man's trace at a glance, but Bai Lang saw nothing and wasn't interested in sensing. Things like toothbrushes or slippers on the floor, Bai Lang couldn't judge.

"So this is my room? Thank you, Miss Liu. I'll probably bother you for two days, at most two days. Where will I go next? Oh, the world is so vast, I plan to see other places." Bai Lang's two days of idleness were just to tidy up the two ladies' corpses and some other minor matters; he truly didn't want those corpses to appear in the museum's so‑called "ancient corpse exhibition."

Liu Yali leaned against the doorframe, preventing Bai Lang from closing the door, "Here, I brought you pajamas; you can go to the bathroom and take a good shower." She indicated the master bedroom's bathroom, but unfortunately the guest room also had a bathroom—Liu Yali's miscalculation. Bai Lang naturally declined, and when he entered the bathroom he fashioned a wind lock from a strand of true Qi, firmly locking the bathroom door… otherwise the woman would certainly burst in, and Bai Lang was absolutely convinced of that.