I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 26: The Freaks Protect The Weak

The moment the door opened, Luo Yanyu and the gang—who'd been squatting and leaning against the wall—sprang to their feet.

They immediately swarmed Zhao Yiming like hungry dogs, their eyes scanning him from head to toe.

He looked... like a mess. Embarrassed? Satisfied? Violated by pleasure?

"Did she kill you?!" Zhang blurted out.

"You dumbass!" Daiji smacked the back of his friend's head. "Look at him, Zhang. Does he look dead?!"

"Tch, both of you—shut it," Yanyu snapped, stepping right up to Zhao Yiming with a fierce glare.

"You—what happened?! Did you... actually do it with Madam?!"

Her face was bright red, her fists clenched like she wanted to punch him. Meanwhile, Zhao Yiming, still riding a weird dopamine high, blinked slowly at her.

"Huh? What'd you say?"

Seeing how spaced out he was, Luo Yanyu's face twisted in frustration. Something ecchi definitely happened in that room. She slapped his cheek—hard.

"Get a grip, dumbass!"

She turned away, clearly annoyed. Unbelievable. This man had flirted with her just a while ago, and now he was out here making out with her boss?!

Zhao Yiming had officially entered her list of new-generation bastards.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yiming finally snapped out of it thanks to her slap. He shook his head, exhaling deeply.

"Madam Ruan agreed to let us help... but only discreetly," he muttered, rubbing his cheek.

"Oh, I see!" Li Daiji grinned like a maniac. "Then it's time for our superhero operation!"

He pumped a fist into the air. "Tomorrow! Lianwu Street! Noon sharp! Get your masks and costumes ready!"

He nodded like it was some sacred mission. Which would've been cool—if he didn't have the face of a bald, middle-aged uncle trying to cosplay a super ranger.

Still, Zhao Yiming let it slide.

His attention drifted to Luo Yanyu, who had her arms crossed and refused to look at him.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak—

"Okay then. I'm leaving."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, the other two trailing behind her, leaving Zhao Yiming standing there...

...completely confused.

***

Since the Golden Earth Group had been constantly stirring up trouble on Lianwu Street—harassing tenants, picking fights, and making a complete mess—most customers had stopped coming altogether.

The once-bustling shopping district was now branded as unsafe, and even on a weekend at noon, the street was eerily empty.

But today, something bizarre was happening in the middle of that quiet road.

Three adults in full-on superhero costumes strutted confidently down the street like they owned it. From the opposite direction, another figure appeared—wearing an even more outrageous outfit.

The two groups stopped when they met—facing each other with intense, dramatic silence, as if the fate of the world rested on their shoulders.

Zhao Yiming squinted, baffled. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Li Daijin gasped, offended. "What do you mean?! It's a costume!"

"Right? I got this from my grandma's heirloom!" Luo Yanyu chimed in proudly.

Zhao Yiming stared at the bold red hanfu she wore, complete with ornamental sleeves and ridiculous make up perfect with really long black wig that easily could weight about ten kilograms added with the ornament in her head.

"Is your grandma a fallen courtesan from the late Qing Dynasty... or did she lose a bet with a Sichuan opera troupe?"

"She has a point though," Zhang Chuan added shamelessly—while wearing a full-body grass costume complete with a robber's mask. "We're not attending a wedding, you know."

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"And what's with the fake boobs?!" Zhao Yiming asked, rubbing his temples. "You look like you're smuggling two mountains under that dress."

Luo Yanyu flushed and instinctively covered her chest. She practically growled and pointed her wooden sword at his chest.

"Oi! Don't you dare insult me when you're the one in a bootleg Super Ranger costume! HOW?!" she yelled.

"Every store in the city has actual hero suits and you came in that?! Your mask doesn't even have a mouth or nose opening!"

"This isn't bootleg!" Zhao Yiming argued, pointing at his mask. "It's called Dark Super Ranger! Look it up on Bilibili!"

She spun her sword toward Li Daijin next. "And you! What the hell are you wearing?! That's just a skin-tight suit, a cape, and some glasses!"

"Tch. You don't get it, Leader Luo," Daijin said coolly, taking off his glasses and putting them back on. "See? Now no one recognizes me."

"...Are you drunk?"

"No, no! Think about it—like Ken! In those comics! He just takes off his glasses and puts on spandex, and suddenly no one knows who he is. I don't normally wear glasses, so if I put them on, I'm disguised!"

The entire group just stared at him, completely flabbergasted.

Eventually, none of them had the mental energy to argue anymore, so they begrudgingly began patrolling the street—looking absolutely insane.

Unsurprisingly, not a single pedestrian dared approach them.

But then—

Trouble arrived.

The Golden Earth group showed up again, this time in full force—about ten thugs armed with bats, metal pipes, and other blunt weapons.

The two groups stood face to face.

Then the gang burst out laughing.

"What the hell are you freaks supposed to be?!" the leader, a big guy with a full-face tattoo, laughed so hard he nearly bent over.

"Is this a carnival?!" one of them jeered. "Are we getting punk'd or something?!"

Zhao Yiming and the others twitched in annoyance.

Yanyu stepped forward, face dark. "Shut the hell up! Fight with your hands and feet, not your damn mouths!"

The gang erupted in even louder laughter.

"You trying to kill us with that outfit, princess?" the tattooed guy sneered. "If we were in America, you'd get sued for assaulting our eyes with your prostitute make up!"

Zhao Yiming and the rest gasped in unison, their eyes locking onto Luo Yanyu—who now radiated a blood-red aura like she'd just swallowed a thousand immortal pills and instantly cultivated to level 1000.

Her wooden sword trembled in her grip as veins bulged across her temples.

"EVERYONE, KILL THEM!!!" she roared, her voice echoing like a war cry from hell.

With wild eyes and unrestrained fury, she charged ahead, leading the charge with her fake sword raised high—intent on committing actual murder with a cosplay prop.

At that exact moment, Zhao Yiming's system pinged again.

[You triggered a new quest!]

[Quest: "The Freaks Protect the Weak"]

Objective: Defeat all Golden Earth gang members attempting to destroy the shopping district—while wearing your ridiculous bootleg costumes!