Infinite Paradise
Chapter 34 - 24 Your Approach is Too Extreme (3000 Words, Please Follow)

Chapter 34: 24 Your Approach is Too Extreme (3000 Words, Please Follow)

The next morning, Le Cheng sat on the living room sofa with his legs crossed, eating fried eggs, drinking coffee, and browsing on a tablet.

The eggs were fried by Elena, the coffee was brewed by Elena, the tablet was also Elena’s, and even the clothes he was wearing now were bought for him by Elena.

Even so, Le Cheng didn’t feel like he was mooching off a woman; at most, he was just being kept.

What Le Cheng admired most about European and American women was their abundant physical energy and vigor. No matter what they did the previous night, they would be as ferocious as a dragon and a tiger once they woke up after a sleep. Sure enough, Elena, who had been exhausted until three in the morning last night, got up even earlier than he did today. Even his breakfast was ready when he got out of bed.

"Indeed, the eggs fried by my big sister are the tastiest."

Moments later, Le Cheng contently set down his plate, but when he noticed a certain report in the newspaper, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

It was a decree issued by Oregon three days ago: In public places, vaping was strictly prohibited.

As soon as this decree came out, the residents of Oregon were instantly outraged and wished they could immediately rush to the governor’s office and fight to the death with the governor. Only after the governor hired four bodyguards overnight did a bloodbath get averted.

However, Le Cheng saw some sort of hidden message behind the decree.

He immediately clicked into a website named "United States State Hot Rankings." This website tracked stats across various major states in the United States, creating rankings based on daily internet heat and the degree of public stunts, with real-time updates.

Sure enough, Oregon was far ahead, already leaving Texas trailing by three car lengths.

"Damn it, I have an irreconcilable hatred against gambling and drugs!" Le Cheng raged.

There was a time, a once-in-a-century snowstorm, combined with a warm and heartfelt letter of consolation from the governor, propelled Texas to the altar, taking the lead at the forefront of the times. At that time, he, as a Texan, was so proud and confident. But now, to be overtaken by a mere Oregon was intolerable!

In the forums, the pioneers who always maintained the heat for Texas expressed strong dissatisfaction and concern, eagerly hoping for a true brave warrior to step forward to bring Texas back to the pinnacle of public stunts.

At that moment, an ID appeared.

[Texas’ Black Silk Underpants: Don’t panic, this is just a technical adjustment]

[Pants Bro?! ]

[Isn’t this the long-lost Pants Bro? ]

[Pants Bro, Pants Bro, Texas has been taken down, what should we do? ]

[Texas’ Black Silk Underpants: It doesn’t matter, I will make a move.]

Indeed, Texas’ Black Silk Underpants was Le Cheng’s ID in this forum, and this website was also an important source of intelligence for him. Many people would share information about zero-cost shopping and other public stunts here. However, at present, everyone’s attention was attracted by Oregon, and it seemed somewhat unrealistic to expect traditional public stunts like zero-cost shopping to bring Texas back to its peak in today’s hyper-competitive environment.

Maybe assassinate a governor?

But in a free country like the United States, where the death of a president doesn’t concern many, what count would a mere governor be?

"Ding dong—"

Just as Le Cheng was contemplating seriously, the doorbell rang.

"My dear, could you open the door?" Elena’s voice came from the kitchen. Reunited with Le Cheng after a long while, she simply didn’t go to work today.

Le Cheng put down the tablet and got up to go to the door.

When the door opened, a middle-aged gentleman in a tailcoat stood outside. He took off his hat, bowed slightly towards Le Cheng, and said with a smile, "Dear Mr. Le Cheng, hello, I am Cosy Doyle."

Le Cheng was startled. "What is your relation to Conan Doyle?"

"I am a detective novelist; Conan Doyle is my idol."

Le Cheng realized, "That’s not your real name."

Cosy Doyle smiled slightly and then lowered his voice, "Correct, my player number is 105991."

Moments later, Le Cheng led Cosy Doyle into the living room. Elena, like a housewife, passed him a hot cup of coffee. Cosy Doyle took it with both hands and thanked her. Meanwhile, Elena bent over and quietly asked Le Cheng, "Cheng, is this your friend?"

"Sort of." Le Cheng nodded, then pushed Elena back into the house, "I have something to talk about with him; go busy yourself."

Elena understood Le Cheng’s peculiarity and knew that his friends were also quite special, with topics that she probably couldn’t get involved in, so she tactfully left.

Cosy Doyle watched her leave, then turned his gaze back, and said with a smile, "Such a beautiful and elegant lady, Mr. Le Cheng. You’re quite lucky to have such a girlfriend."

"She’s not my girlfriend."

"Then what is your relationship?"

"She... should count as my patient, I guess."

"Are you a doctor?" Cosy Doyle immediately showed his respect.

"I am not."

"?"

Seeing the puzzled look on Cosy Doyle’s face, Le Cheng indifferently said, "It’s a long story, so I can’t be bothered to explain. Let’s get back to the earlier topic, how did you find me?"

Cosy Doyle wasn’t really interested in Elena, he had just asked casually, trying to use the opportunity to get closer to Le Cheng. Hearing his reply, Cosy set aside his own curiosity and smiled, "Mr. Le Cheng, do you remember the name Jervi?"

"Who?"

"Haha, you really don’t remember. Let me give you a little hint. Thirteen days ago, the police found his body, which had been cut into eight pieces, at a certain location."

"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember," Le Cheng suddenly realized. The murderer who had sent him to court for public trial, "Is he your friend?"

"Not exactly, but I did have a conversation with him." Cosy Doyle took a sip of coffee and continued, "As a player who cleared the dungeon world twice, Jervi had pretty impressive potential, so I invited him to join our organization. He agreed, but on the day we were supposed to meet, we never saw him. It wasn’t until the next morning that I found out he had been killed."

"So you’re saying you want revenge for him?" Le Cheng’s eyebrows perked up; mention this and he wouldn’t feel sleepy anymore.

"No, no, no, don’t get me wrong," Cosy Doyle quickly waved his hands, "Jervi hadn’t formally joined our organization yet, so there’s no question of avenging him. In fact, at the time of the incident, we were all quite shocked. Jervi was indeed an excellent player; why would he suddenly be murdered? That is until we learned about some of your exploits."

"Maybe you’re wondering how I know about your player identity? Because since then, we’ve been keeping an eye on your movements. You suddenly disappeared from Saint Elizabeth Mental Hospital. Ordinary people might not understand what happened, but to us players, it couldn’t be more familiar. And we also found out that you have a girlfriend who has been living with you for half a year."

"I see."

It looks like Elena had been under surveillance this whole time. Perhaps when he came back last night, Cosy Doyle was watching, which is why he came straight here first thing in the morning.

Cosy Doyle kept observing Le Cheng’s reaction, but seeing him remain nonchalant, he couldn’t grasp what Le Cheng was thinking and spoke again, "Mr. Le Cheng, although we have been monitoring Ms. Elena’s movements, we have never harmed her, nor will we disrupt her daily life. Please rest assured on that point."

"You wouldn’t dare."

"Actually, I came here this time to invite you to join our organization."

"What if I refuse?"

"Mr. Le Cheng, you’re brave and talented, naturally fearless, but your identity is no secret. If one seriously investigates, many people can easily find you. Even if you can refuse once, how can you refuse a second or third time? Besides, Miss Elena is just an ordinary person; her life is very fragile..."

"Are you threatening me?"

When he heard this, Le Cheng’s mouth curled into a smile, and he called out to the kitchen, "Elena, come here."

Cosy Doyle frowned, unsure of Le Cheng’s intention in calling Elena into a conversation between players.

Elena immediately ran back to the living room and stood obediently beside Le Cheng, "Cheng, what’s the matter?"

Le Cheng pointed at Cosy Doyle, "This geezer is threatening me."

"Ah?" Elena’s face showed disbelief, "How dare he?"

Cosy Doyle shook his head repeatedly, "I’m not, I didn’t..."

Le Cheng motioned for him to be quiet and said, "He indeed wouldn’t dare do anything to me; he’s just threatening me with you."

"Cheng, am I holding you back?" Elena’s face was full of worry. She knew she couldn’t always have Le Cheng by her side, and she didn’t ask for much—just for Le Cheng to visit her from time to time. But if even so, she was still affecting Le Cheng’s future, then she could only quietly leave.

But then, Le Cheng was her everything. How could she go on without him?

Le Cheng chuckled, "That doesn’t matter. What I want to say is that you might encounter some accidents in the future, like car crashes, shootings, or even being kidnapped and sold as a slave. But it’s fine. If I can’t contact you one day, I’ll put the blame on this guy’s head. When that time comes... his friends and family, as well as their direct kin, and even their pets, I will spare no one. I’ll kill all the men and sell the women to places where they can be put to work until they die, as revenge for you."

Conning your brothers is one thing, but don’t deceive yourself. Whether it’s the underworld targeting your family and spouse, or the upright paths you walk, once you’re in trouble, can your family and spouse continue to live a peaceful life?

Hence, against the extreme attacks from extremist individuals, Le Cheng’s retaliation would only be more extreme, more vicious, and utterly ruthless.

"Cheng, you’re amazing!"

Upon hearing these words, Elena excitedly threw herself into Le Cheng’s arms. As long as she could still stay by Le Cheng’s side, nothing else mattered to her.

As for Cosy Doyle, he was already sweating profusely by now.

Indeed, he knew not to mess with Le Cheng. Not following some radicals in the organization who suggested kidnapping Elena to force Le Cheng into joining was the best decision he had ever made in his life, bar none!