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"As a Game Administrator, you can submit reports on players' abnormal behavior."
Li Hong nodded; this was definitely a violation. Even the Bestiary wouldn't dare to write something like this.
"This is certainly abnormal. Can we submit it as evidence?"
"Submission successful. After testing, the player's actions are deemed abnormal and constitute a violation. Boss, we've already gathered one-fifth of the evidence needed for an Account Ban. We just need four more pieces to proceed."
Abnormal behavior? Are you sure it's not a case of physical development issues?
"Aren't we supposed to observe for three?" Li Hong was taken aback. How could submitting five pieces of evidence lead to an Account Ban?
"The three-day observation period is optional. As long as the Game Administrator collects five points of abnormality, an Account Ban can be executed early."
"Oh, I see!"
Li Hong understood now; if fewer than five pieces of evidence were collected, then they would have to observe for three days before an Account Ban could be issued. But if they gathered five pieces, they could proceed with the ban immediately.
Only four more to go?
Li Hong suddenly felt invigorated. To combat the pervasive cheats, he was determined to find the remaining four points of abnormality within three days.
But should he go upstairs to take a look now?
The Corrupted Spirit was raging, and Li Hong could hardly contain his Qilin Arm.
This was way more thrilling than any movie!
However, when Li Hong phased through the wall into the bedroom on the second floor, he nearly blinded himself with his titanium alloy eyes.
There were indeed two characters: a charming maid dressed in a cute maid outfit and a stern yet soft-hearted Domineering CEO.
But the plot seemed a bit off!
How did a grand battle turn into this Art Style?
The lovely maid crouched in the corner of the wall and gently reminded, "Young Master, you are too..."
Lingfeng looked shocked, pointing at the maid and shouting angrily, "How dare you question me? My what?"
The maid secretly turned her head to glance, then nodded seriously, "It really is!"
Lingfeng was instantly petrified. What?
Wasn't it just asking how she was developing? Why did it have to be him? After all, he was a man with a mental age of forty. Lingfeng quickly adjusted himself.
He silently put on his pants and said in a deep voice, "You can leave now..."
The maid looked at Lingfeng with concern. Had she gone too far? The young master was also a man; would it be too embarrassing for him?
Seeing that the maid hadn't left yet, Lingfeng coldly said, "What are you still doing here? Aren't you afraid..."
At this point, Lingfeng suddenly froze, as if she truly wasn't afraid!
The maid blushed and said, "Actually, Young Master, you are already quite capable."
"Get out!"
After sending away the talkative charming maid, Lingfeng collapsed onto the vast bed that spanned thousands of square feet.
Don't ask why the big bed is tens of thousands of square feet; Lingfeng is tired and refuses to answer.
Li Hong couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye. How could an eight-year-old kid expect a woman to evaluate such a grand place?
So what if it's big? Can you even get up?
But then he remembered that this guy had already married 998 beautiful wives when he was seven last year, and Li Hong was instantly flustered.
Alright, it’s clear that there’s something off about his behavior, not his development.
Seeing this, Li Hong finally relaxed. After all, no matter how exaggerated a reborn person might be, certain parts are still that of an eight-year-old!
Ahahaha...
Why did he feel like laughing so much?
After mocking a certain short kid, Li Hong continued to follow him around the villa.
Hmm, having chased away the maid, perhaps feeling down, he walked back and forth in the bedroom in a distracted manner.
Just as Li Hong was about to doze off, Lingfeng stopped pacing.
He picked up his luxurious Supreme phone adorned with gold and jewels, model 8849, and dialed a number.
"Hello, Vivi? It's me, Feng Baobao. Why did you call me this afternoon... Hello... Hello..."
Listening to the reminder that the other party had hung up, Lingfeng looked dazed.
"What happened to Vivi? No, I can't lose Vivi! She must have a boyfriend outside..."
"Brother Leaf!"
Lingfeng thought for a moment before shouting loudly towards the door.
A "handsome" young man dressed in a white suit, jeans, and flip-flops walked into the room.
With a charming smile and unruly short hair, he could easily provoke screams from countless girls. Coupled with an air of mysterious confidence and a hint of weariness in his gaze, he was truly a remarkable man.
"Liang Chen is here. Young Master, what are your orders?" The young man lowered his head, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he spoke casually.
Liang Chen?
Why is this guy here? It's one thing to have the surname Ye, but why is he called Liang Chen?
Lingfeng instantly retracted his previous demeanor and transformed into a behind-the-scenes boss from some third-rate animated series.
His eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent enveloped the bedroom.
"Go, investigate the men around Du Weiwei. If anyone seems suspicious, just take care of them. How dare anyone lay a hand on my woman?"
Ye Liangchen brushed aside a strand of hair behind his ear and replied softly, "Liang Chen understands. Trust me, I will ensure he can't survive in Huaxia."
With that, he turned and left the bedroom.
Lingfeng let out a sinister laugh as he sat on the edge of the bed and lit a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette.
As smoke swirled around him, only Lingfeng's youthful yet cruel face remained visible.
"You are destined to be my woman; no one can take you away."
“……”
Hey, hey, hey, an eight-year-old can blow smoke rings? Isn’t that a sure way to get lung cancer?
“Report, report! Not only is this eight-year-old smoking, but with such a dark heart, something must be wrong.”
“Report failed. After inspection, the player’s behavior is normal. Please verify seriously, administrator.”
Li Hong almost spat out a mouthful of blood. At eight years old, they already have the ability to eliminate rivals and a heart so dark?
What kind of hell is kindergarten these days?
There’s no way around it; Motor Lola… oh no, it’s not Motor Lola’s fault. Li Hong can’t do anything about it either.
After all, there are rebellious kids even at eight. Although it’s rare to find one like Lingfeng from before, they do exist.
Having endured this incredibly toxic scene, Lingfeng was finally about to leave the bedroom.
This time, he was going to eat.
“Steward, I don’t want anything too greasy. Please serve me some light dishes.”
“Understood, young master. The young mistress is preparing food for you. Should I inform her?”
“Which young mistress?” With so many wives, Lingfeng had completely forgotten who was who.
Usually, Lingfeng remembers them like this: first wife, second wife…
But there are just too many wives now; he must have reached the one thousand two hundred thirty-ninth wife by now.
With so many wives, it was completely normal for Lingfeng to forget their names; after all, they were just a bunch of random girls. What was the point of remembering their names?
The butler began to sweat, wiping his forehead nervously as he uncertainly said, "It seems to be Thirty-Five Young Mistress, Eighty-Eighth Young Mistress, and the Five Hundred Forty-Ninth Young Mistress... The Nine Hundred Forty-Seventh Young Mistress is cooking for you."
After finishing his report, the butler let out a sigh of relief. If he had known that this job with an annual salary of billions would require him to remember so many names, he wouldn't have applied.
"Oh, have them stir-fry some vegetables for me. Remember, tell them not to use any oil."
Lingfeng had long since gotten used to this kind of life; for him, this was the ideal lifestyle.
Although having so many wives brought its own set of troubles, Lingfeng didn't mind. As the saying goes, it's impossible for a successful man not to have several women by his side.
Trends were like that; Lingfeng was merely following the flow.
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