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Curly Jack stared in shock, swallowing hard. He hadn’t expected Shawn Young could turn a normal person into a fool with just a flick of his wrist. Looking at Shawn, Curly Jack felt chills run down his spine, trembling deep in his bones, his eyes filled with raw terror.
Shawn Young grinned and pointed at Jeremy Ling, who had just bolted into the street. He said to Curly Jack, "So, Curly Jack, what do you think? Want to be just like him—a blissful idiot? But don’t rush, there’s still more excitement coming up. If you like the show after it’s over, I’ll make sure you end up just like him! I’m actually a pretty reasonable guy, you know. Enjoy the show! I’m off to bed, I’ll ask you for a review tomorrow!"
With that, Shawn Young dragged Curly Jack to a window on the second floor of the abandoned building, right above the street, where he could see everything happening outside. After setting Curly Jack up, Shawn patted his own butt and went downstairs to mess with the Blue Wolf Syndicate thugs. He wasn’t worried about Curly Jack, who was immobilized by the Dragon Binding Spell—after all, almost nobody ever came into the abandoned building, even in broad daylight.
Shawn Young returned to the lot inside, coming up with all sorts of creative ways to torment the Blue Wolf Syndicate thugs until they were half-dead with terror. Once he’d filled them with utter despair, he immobilized them with the Dragon Binding Spell, then strolled back to campus to sleep. Shawn figured scaring these guys senseless was way more effective than trying to lecture them into changing their ways.
Meanwhile, Curly Jack, paralyzed by fear and anxiety, somehow drifted off to sleep. He had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly, the street erupted with shouts, sirens, and chaos—police cars and ambulances blaring. Curly Jack snapped awake and saw everything unfolding below.
There was Jeremy Ling, stark naked, standing in a corner of the street, clutching half a brick Shawn Young had given him. The street was packed with onlookers, shoulder to shoulder. A police car and an ambulance—painted with 'Greenhill Psychiatric Hospital'—were parked at the curb. Doctors and nurses surrounded Jeremy, holding tranquilizer syringes, while several cops cautiously encircled him with long iron forks—tools made for dealing with maniacs, psychos, and dangerous mental patients.
Seeing the cops close in, Jeremy Ling shrank back into the corner, still clutching his brick, shouting, "You—you’re all bad guys! Stay away! You’re trying to steal my candy! No way!"
The cops started to move in, but then Jeremy Ling suddenly slipped away, dodging the iron forks and bolting into the crowd. The officers scrambled after him as Jeremy, naked as the day he was born, dashed toward a group of young women, yelling, "Sisters! Sisters! I’ll share my candy with you! Come play with me!"
The girls blushed furiously and scattered in panic. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Wow! This is wild! Girls, why don’t you play along? Looks like a real show!"
One of the young women snapped back, "Screw you! Get your mom to play with him! That’d be way more entertaining!"
The crowd burst into laughter, and the whole street turned into chaos. Seeing everyone laughing so happily, Jeremy Ling stopped, bouncing around and shouting, "This is so much fun! Kids are so happy! Let’s all play together, hahaha!" As he spoke, he yanked off the red underwear on his head, figuring it was too stuffy.
A lot of the onlookers were students from Southern University. The moment Jeremy Ling pulled off the red underwear, many recognized him, and the scene got even wilder. Phones came out everywhere, snapping pics. The students were amazed—Jeremy Ling had gone totally nuts! After blowing up the campus forum yesterday, he’d now pulled off another jaw-dropping stunt. Clearly, he was operating on a whole other level.
Jeremy Ling didn’t get to cause trouble for long. The cops split the crowd, pinned him to the ground with those long iron forks—like spearing a pig—pinning his neck and limbs so he couldn’t move. The half-brick finally fell from his hand. Jeremy flailed his arms, yelling, "What are you doing? You can’t steal my candy! You’re all big meanies! I hate you! I don’t want to play anymore, boo-hoo—"
Doctors and nurses from Greenhill Psychiatric Hospital rushed over, held him down, and jabbed him with a tranquilizer. Soon, the drugs kicked in and Jeremy Ling drifted off to sleep. The cops and nurses loaded him onto the hospital ambulance, sirens blaring as they left the noisy street. Just like that, the farce was over.
Jeremy Ling’s parents later found out, but they refused to accept reality and rushed to the psychiatric hospital to bring him home. After all, he was the heir to the massive Prosperity Jewelers. But it didn’t take a day before Jeremy Ling was chasing his parents and the servants around the house with a fruit knife.
Luckily, his father managed to escape and call the police. When the cops arrived, they rescued his parents—who were covered in blood—from Jeremy’s rampage. After that, Jeremy’s parents gave up hope for his recovery. Not long after, his father found a mistress to carry on the family line, while his mother turned to Buddhism and vegetarianism, figuring ignorance was bliss. Jeremy Ling ended up living permanently at Greenhill Psychiatric Hospital, spending his days hugging half a brick.
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Curly Jack watched the entire meltdown from the second-floor window of the abandoned building. He hadn’t expected Shawn Young’s powers to be so terrifying—turning a normal guy into a lunatic overnight! The more Curly Jack thought about it, the more scared he got, worried he’d end up just like Jeremy Ling, stuck in Greenhill Psychiatric Hospital as his new best friend. He knew Shawn Young could make it happen with barely any effort. Curly Jack’s mental defenses completely collapsed.
By evening, after dinner, Shawn Young strolled into the abandoned building. The swelling around his right eye—courtesy of Curly Jack’s punch—had vanished after a dual cultivation session with Vivian Fang that afternoon. Shawn walked up to Curly Jack, dragged him away from the window, and released part of the immobilizing spell so Curly Jack could talk, but left his body frozen. Shawn had been tricked by Curly Jack once already, and wasn’t about to let it happen again.
Honestly, Shawn Young was just being cautious. At this point, Curly Jack saw him as the most terrifying demon on earth. Curly Jack was bone-deep afraid of Shawn’s 'evil arts' and wouldn’t dare try anything funny. All he wanted was for Shawn to stop tormenting him and not turn him into another Jeremy Ling—anything but that! Curly Jack’s psychological defenses were completely shattered.
Shawn Young squatted down, patted Curly Jack’s head, and asked with a cold grin, "So, Curly Jack, how about it? Was Master Jeremy’s performance exciting enough for you this morning? Want to be famous like him? You know, I’m always happy to help! Heh."
Curly Jack stammered in a trembling voice, "No, no, no—boss! Hero! I don’t want to be a loser like Jeremy Ling! Please, just let me go, like letting out a fart! Whatever you want, if I have it—my personal stuff, my savings, it’s all yours! Okay?"
Shawn Young sneered, "Oh, really? Aren’t you just running with that idiot Chen Bao from the Blue Wolf Syndicate? How much could you possibly have? More than Master Jeremy? And last night, I wanted to hear your story, but you refused, kept stringing me along. You couldn’t even meet that little request! So, do you think I’m just going to let you go? Nope—I want you to taste Master Jeremy’s fate!"
Curly Jack was scared half to death and replied, practically in tears, "Boss, ancestor, I really know I was wrong! Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you everything—just please don’t turn me into a fool! I’ll do anything you ask!"
Shawn Young’s face softened a bit and he said, "Alright, I tend to go with my mood. Answer my questions honestly, and maybe I’ll consider not driving you crazy."
"I will! I’ll cooperate! Boss, ask away—whatever I know, I swear I won’t lie!" Curly Jack said, face pale as a ghost.
"Heh—like you’d dare! First, tell me—what’s the deal with the City Management Dog Squad? I’m dying to know!" Shawn Young was really curious about this job.