Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

When Bai Li dropped this bombshell, no one spoke for a moment.

Several tens of seconds passed.

Li Jiaxin finally snapped out of her shock. She grabbed Bai Li's sleeve, her tongue tied in knots.

"Big...Big Brother..."

"Wha...what do you mean?"

Her eyes were filled with absurdity, and she swallowed hard.

"He became a male prostitute, and he even took clients to his grandmother's house? And then he slept with her?"

Even Li Jiaxin's grandmother gaped open.

The old man had lived for over seventy years and had never heard of such an incredible drama.

Bai Li patted Li Jiaxin's hand:

"No, it wasn't paired with one."

"But the situation is far more complicated than that."

These attacks are even more lethal than a direct stab.

The landlord simply couldn't handle this kind of stimulation.

He completely forgot about the pain in his stomach, struggled to his feet, and lunged forward menacingly.

"You little brat! You're fucking slandering me!"

Bai Li stretched out his long leg, his toes bracing against the folding table next to him, blocking the landlord's path.

"You don't believe me?" Bai Li turned his head to look at him:

"Go ask your precious son and your old mother if what I said is true or false."

The landlord turned his head.

He had expected his mother and son to retort with their own righteous indignation, but what he saw instead were two panicked faces.

Her son was huddled in a corner with his elderly mother, muttering something to each other.

"Grandma, what should we do...?"

The landlord's son's voice trembled, and he almost wet his pants on the spot.

The old woman gritted her teeth and lowered her voice:

"He insists it's fake! I don't believe he has any evidence!"

The landlord, who was a few steps away, couldn't hear clearly and was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Son! Say something!" he roared.

"They've spread rumors about you like this, and you're still whispering to your grandma about what!"

At this point, the two of them had reached an agreement.

The landlord's son stood up, his back straight:

"Dad! He's just spouting nonsense!" The landlord's son tried to cover up his guilt by raising his voice.

The old woman chimed in:

"Yes, son! My grandson is such a good boy, studying hard every night for the civil service exam, how could he possibly become a gigolo!"

The old woman spoke more and more fluently, and she almost convinced herself:

"That bastard just can't stand to see our family doing well!"

"They really won't shed a tear until they see the coffin." Bai Li shook his head.

He had known all along.

Just now, he had already given the system instructions in his mind.

[Once his son has engaged in any actual activity, you can check the details, extract the videos, and send them to my phone.]

A second later, my phone vibrated in my pocket to alert me.

Li Jiaxin took half a step closer, pressing half of her body against Bai Li's arm.

"Big brother, do you really have evidence?" she asked softly, tilting her head up.

"Since you dared to say it, you can rest assured." Bai Li casually pinched her soft cheek.

When the landlord saw that Bai Li had stopped moving, his arrogance flared up again.

"How about that, kid!" He pointed at the door, "If you can't produce evidence, I'm calling the police and having you arrested today!"

Bai Li reached into his pocket and swiped the screen.

"Since you want to see those disgusting scenes so badly, then I'll grant your wish."

He opened the high-definition video he had just received in his gallery and shoved it right in front of the landlord.

The screen lights up.

The background is a KTV private room, with red and green lights swaying randomly overhead.

The landlord squinted at him.

Right in the center of the image.

His son, who said he was going to the library to study for his exam that night, was wearing a black and white maid outfit with very little fabric.

Wearing cat ears on her head and a bell around her neck, she sat awkwardly on the edge of the sofa.

A row of male models dressed similarly sat next to her.

The video continues playing as the door to the private room is pushed open.

Several elderly women walked in, chatting and laughing.

The one leading the group was the landlady's mother.

The madam bustled about, pouring wine with great enthusiasm.

"Ladies, today's batch is all fresh and beautiful. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The old women examined each cabbage one by one, just like picking out big cabbages.

When I walked up to the landlord's son.

The landlady's mother's old face froze on the spot.

The landlord's son's eyes widened as well.

The grandmother and grandson engaged in a once-in-a-lifetime eye contact in a private room at the brothel.

An elderly woman with curly hair pointed at the landlord's son and nudged the landlord's mother with her elbow.

"Hey, you've got your eye on this one? Come to think of it, she even looks somewhat like you."

The old woman was so frightened that she stammered, and all the sunflower seeds in her hand fell to the ground.

"No...no..."

The curly-haired old lady laughed, squeezed through the crowd, and reached out to pat the landlord's son's thigh:

"You didn't like him, but I have! With that small frame, he's the one for tonight!"

"No way!" the old woman yelled, her voice cracking.

The curly-haired old lady's expression darkened.

"What? Do you know him?" She looked the old woman up and down.

"Could it really be a relative's child?"

If you stumbled upon your own grandson working as a male model in a place like this, no one would dare to recognize him.

The old woman swallowed hard and shook her head vigorously.

"No...no..."

What followed was simply unbearable to watch.

The old woman could only huddle in the corner of the private room, helplessly watching her several old friends dote on their precious grandson.

The landlord's son's humiliated expression as he was forced to work, and the old woman's twitching face in impotent rage, were all captured on a high-definition camera.

The three-minute video finished playing.

Bai Li took the phone back.

Open your email and import the video.

send.

He put his phone back in his pocket, looked down at the landlord's son huddled in the corner, and delivered his verdict on the spot:

"So, you don't need to go to that class for civil servants anymore."

"Because I have already sent the video to your organization's complaint email address."