Chapter 2706 - 2768: Foolish Killing

Stupidity can be deadly. A person can be unkind, but they cannot be stupid or ignorant. Once ignorance sets in, it’s beyond saving.

The security guard stopped talking, not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want to. What’s the point of speaking more to such a crowd? How are these people any different from those crazy men and women who believe in cults? The only thing a sane person can do is stay far away from them, the farther the better. Let the **** gather and destroy each other. A normal person should never get involved, or else there are only two possibilities: either becoming one of the **** or getting killed by ****. Either result is the worst.

Moreover, these women’s minds have long been brainwashed. They believe that internet addiction is a disease, like a virus such as the flu. If the infected child isn’t treated quickly using Yang Wei’s electroshock therapy, they can’t possibly be cured. They believe that when the children are cured, it’s because the internet addiction virus has been expelled. They don’t bother to consider what the actual reason is, how the mechanism works, whether there is any basis or rationale.

They won’t think about any of this because they lack brains.

The brain is a good thing, but unfortunately, not everyone has one. The people in the car could not find words at the moment and felt that the people outside had suddenly turned into demons because, by helping a tyrant do evil, they too became villains, even if claiming to act in good faith.

Upon boarding the bus, they heard a woman suddenly scream, pointing at her mobile screen and saying to everyone, "Stop chatting with them, we’ve got a task!"

"What task?" The old lady holding the flag hurriedly asked, and the others also looked over. The woman loudly proclaimed: "A patient relapsed after treatment, and it’s much worse than last time. Reportedly, he’s speaking ill of our Treatment Center everywhere. Sisters, it’s time for us to act. If they dare speak against President Yang and the Web Addiction Treatment Center, they are our enemies and our foes. President Yang has also given us a task to persuade this child to return for further treatment, to avoid the disease taking hold and the child dying!"

"Great, let’s head over, we’ve nothing else to do anyway. It’s a good opportunity to spread President Yang’s esteemed reputation and let everyone know there’s such a living deity looking out for our children!"

"Yes, yes, we’re leaving right now!"

Some suggested taking a leave from work to lend their support as well!

A group of people hurriedly gathered and left, quickly boarding several cars. By the look of the license plates, they weren’t all from the same place, likely from various regions. With high enthusiasm, no incentive was needed. They set off as if embarking on a sacred mission, seemingly to save the lives of countless children.

Li Yifei, holding a walkie-talkie, said, "Follow the rear car, this group has gone mad."

The five security guards in the back car immediately followed orders. They wholeheartedly agreed, believing those whose minds have been brainwashed are the real failures as humans, not the pitiful children!

"Sigh!" Li Yifei took a breath, shook his head, and said, "Let’s go. This group is also victimized!"

Indeed, though they are hateful, they remain victims. Originally ordinary, high-risk individuals, they quickly went astray with persuasion from Yang Wei and others, and a bit of brainwashing quickly left them mindless.

With a sigh, Li Yifei instructed to drive onward. Everyone felt a bit weighed down, unsure what to say at once. It seemed like only catching Yang Wei would suffice to relieve the tension.

The word ’parent’ carries a heavy weight of a thousand jins, but just because parents think it’s for the best interest of the children, it doesn’t mean it truly is good for them.

The car moved forward, with the trailing cars following the women. The remaining cars continued on. Upon turning onto this road, those at the treatment center were already aware, having installed surveillance cameras at the entrance, even deploying many monitoring devices around to prevent any escapes from the Web Addiction Treatment Center...

Similarly, when the women departed, they called Yang Wei, prompting enough vigilance inside. As Li Yifei’s party was within a hundred meters of the center, four or five large men approached, dressed in military uniforms, equipped with handcuffs and police batons. They positioned themselves on the road, unfriendly in demeanor, speaking rudely and signaling the vehicles to stop as one approached, indicating for Li Yifei’s group to disembark, asking, "What are you doing here? Here for treatment?"

The guards tensed, ready to act at any moment, but without Li Yifei’s command, they restrained themselves, leading to a moment of silence. The individual across the way grew irritated, saying, "Answer quickly, or leave. This is a vital hospital area, not a place for you to come at will!"

"Of course, I’m here for treatment!" Li Yifei stated. The girl beside him was slightly surprised, hearing him continue, "I’m here for treatment. My brother has been addicted to the internet for two years, no matter how the family tried to persuade him, he wouldn’t listen at all. I heard that someone here could treat internet addiction, so I brought my brother."

"Your brother?" The person lifted their chin, skeptically eyeing Li Yifei, their gaze sweeping over each individual, before asking after a while, "Which one is your brother? Let him come out for me to see."

"He’s in the car, his mood isn’t good," Li Yifei replied.

"Not in a good mood? That’s fine, our hospital specializes in treating various internet-addicted youths, no matter the level of addiction, and it’s fully curable, with no relapse risk!"

"So impressive?" Li Yifei responded.

"Definitely, our Professor Yang’s incredible research produced an internet addiction treatment apparatus that guarantees all cases of internet addiction are cured, with total recovery!" In his mind, he added, "There isn’t a child that electricity can’t cure, only those who haven’t been electrocuted enough. If an hour isn’t enough, two hours will be, scaring them into never forgetting, their legs trembling, incontinence occurring with the overwhelming fear overshadowing them."

These unspoken words were, in fact, a lifelong shadow over the hearts of the treated children. Many lost their internet addiction, not cured, but terrified. Mentally, they only worsened, even developing various psychological disorders.

However, in Huaxia, most parents least regard children’s mental health. To most, psychological issues are just immaturity, oversensitivity—time will heal it. This notion became a paradigm, so even if a hospital diagnosed psychological disorders, parents often wouldn’t take it seriously, reckoning it will improve with time or other measures...

This is an extremely irresponsible perspective, but many parents just take it as truth, enshrined as a golden rule.

To destroy someone, first drive them mad. To nail someone to the pillar of shame, first inflate their arrogance beyond measure.

Once Li Yifei mentioned coming for treatment, the other party’s attitude instantly changed, a smile appeared, their baton returned to the waist. Li Yifei’s group driving a luxury car, several together, was a rare sight, except during official inspections only a few times a year. Commonly, parents were willing to pay for treatment, but just a few tens of thousands. Of course, the treatment cost at the Web Addiction Center was very, very low, maybe just a few yuan to shock a child—long-held, a few cents for a short period. Changing household electricity consumption to a few watts or tens of watts yielded minimal expenditure.

The most expensive part was human resources, with at least a hundred staff, a few were treatment ’doctors,’ the rest maintained order. Imagine, forcibly sent internet-addicted teens wouldn’t willingly accept at first, struggling fiercely. Some weren’t good students to begin with, combative types, young and fearless, often resisting violently. Without some strong people maintaining order, it wouldn’t suffice. Relying solely on doctors wasn’t enough, this order enforcement cost was the main expense.

Back at the car, those arriving in such vehicles were rich, as money was the center’s ultimate goal. Ordinary parents, wanting the best for their children, could scrape together tens of thousands at most, but asking for more could mean dropping treatment. Wealthy people were easier to deceive, feed them some lines, they’d believe, and subsequently contribute large sums for treatment.

The only downside is that such wealthy people were few. Among them, those with brains were more prevalent, broader horizons, harder to fool, yielding a few cases per year. But each commission was substantial, making Yang Wei eager for such patients, boosting his fame.

Some may ask, haven’t parents seen their children’s miserable state? Noticed their poor condition, scars or electroshock marks, don’t they feel distressed?

Of course, some parents would be distressed, angry. But many were common folks. If they caused a scene when collecting their children, they’d face dozens of strongmen. They’d welcome with smiles but revert to fierce expressions when escorting them out.

Even if a parent realized something was wrong or got scammed, there was nowhere to seek justice. They couldn’t fight physically or outargue anyone. Even in reporting to the police, haven’t you heard of regional protectionism? Yang Wei held local prestige, wide connections, and network, police wouldn’t easily move against him, even actively protecting him—his advantage. Thus, ordinary parents couldn’t shake Yang Wei.

However, now they have provoked a true god of slaughter!