Chapter 233: What Bad Intentions Could a Rough Man Have? He Just Wants to Punch People!

"Luo Shen?"

Ling Tianyu murmured, his gaze involuntarily turning to the door, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The image of the ruthless bandit in his memory overlapped with the earlier footage.

Case closed!

The man inside is truly Luo Chenyu, a being called a "god."

"Director Ling!!"

The ancient-style girl desperately blocked the young "fan" in front of her, calling out to Ling Tianyu for help.

Ling Tianyu heard the cry and immediately snapped to attention.

He stepped forward and said, "Honored guest, please do not disturb others. This is Lingyun Pavilion, not a place for chasing stars!"

Seeing the two's firm resistance, the young man's expression turned cold.

"Lingyun Pavilion has quite the prestige! In all of East Sea City, this Young Master goes wherever he pleases—how dare you stand in my way!"

"You…"

Ling Tianyu's brow furrowed; he had no memory of this distinguished-looking young man, but no one would dare be so brazen in Lingyun Pavilion without powerful backing.

If the youth were merely a typical wealthy family scion, he wouldn't have cared.

The problem was he couldn't gauge the youth's depth.

The unknown was the most terrifying.

"Who is your parent?"

"Hah… How dare a mere branch of the Ling family ask about this Young Master's parent?"

A hint of mockery flashed in the youth's eyes—he wasn't foolish; his audacity here came from real confidence.

Even if Lingyun Pavilion's top brass arrived, he wouldn't fear them.

He's serious about chasing stars!

He's completely serious!

"Get out of the way, or you'll regret angering this Young Master."

At that moment,

the door opened.

"You've got quite the swagger!" Ye Xingtong appeared in the doorway, and behind her stood the burly Luo Chenyu, wearing sunglasses, his eyes hidden.

"Xingtong!" The youth's face lit up with joy, his gaze locked onto Ye Xingtong's face. "What are you doing here?"

Ye Xingtong spoke coldly: "Eight-six-three." "Say it again—call me Ye Xingtong!"

"As for you, with such a decadent demeanor—does your drill instructor know?"

"Whether he knows or not makes no difference."

The youth smiled faintly and continued: "The East Sea Military Academy is merely one stop on my journey. My goal is the stars and the sea."

"Is that so? You're so awesome—do your parents know?"

At that moment, Luo Chenyu's deep voice reached them, drawing the youth's attention.

The youth didn't get angry—his delight only deepened. But before he could speak, Luo Chenyu's voice came again.

"Little Tongtong, who's this kid?"

"Luo Shen, Luo Shen… You're my fan! No no no… Luo Shen, I'm your fan!"

The moment he saw Luo Chenyu, the youth completely ignored Ye Xingtong, staring at Luo Chenyu with blazing eyes, excitedly saying: "I'm Su Feng—Su as in millet, Feng as in majesty!"

"You're insane! You broke the Guardian God's record, fought a Tier 8 beast-zombie alone—that battle was brutal, even more berserk than a berserker!"

Luo Chenyu: "…"

Holy hell!

This isn't just a fan—he's a fanatic!

Ye Xingtong stared blankly at Su Feng, raised a finger to her temple, and whispered: "This guy's got issues up here!"

"Hey hey, Ye Xingtong, don't slander this Young Master in front of my idol!"

Su Feng seemed to have forgotten that the girl before him was the goddess he'd long pursued and failed to win.

His tone was as if he were facing an enemy.

Then, he gazed "tenderly" at Luo Chenyu and exclaimed excitedly: "Luo Shen, can you sign my autograph?"

Facing such a mindless, fanatical fan.