CHAPTER 324: 0322 FINE

"Meow!"

A girl with a name so sweet it could be cloying circled around the young man a few times like a cat, even making the sound that only a cat would make.

The young man’s face held an indescribable intoxicated expression as he beckoned to the girl, who was obviously older than him, "Come here, let Daddy give you some sweetness."

At his age, he could legally be a father both in the Federation and in Nagariel. Moreover, while in Nagariel, he was once a prospective father, until... the girl with whom he tasted the forbidden fruit was drowned in the river by people sent by his father, and he missed the opportunity.

For the High Priest, his most beloved child having a child out of wedlock was not a major issue; many offspring of the ruling class had their first child in their teens. The young simply couldn’t restrain their impulses well, letting rampant desires dictate their reason.

But what should never have happened was having a relationship with and impregnating a girl from the lower class; this was absolutely not allowed. He would be ridiculed by the entire ruling class and could forget about inheriting the power that had been passed down for generations from the High Priest.

People would not allow a traitor to appear in the ruling class. His offspring with someone from the lower class could potentially become enemies of the ruling class, which was very dangerous, so he would be ostracized by the entire ruling class.

Such a situation had occurred before, where someone from the ruling class and a commoner had a child, who was then understandably subjected to various forms of discrimination.

Some people broke down and eventually embarked on a path of self-destruction, but this guy chose a path of self-improvement.

He impressed everyone with his excellence, and just when people began to believe he might have the right to inherit his father’s power, he astonishingly stated something utterly absurd, ridiculous, and ugly: "Life is equal, and people are equal."

Since then, while relationships could occur between the ruling class and commoners, there could never be offspring; it almost became an iron law.

The young man had resisted as well; he even spoke of dying together — for a young man deeply in love and of impending fatherhood, perhaps his love for his partner and child exceeded societal flogging and constraint.

Then he gave up because he watched as his uncle drowned his pregnant girlfriend in a river just waist-deep.

He witnessed the changing expressions on the girl’s face — from fear to struggle to deathly calm. In under three minutes, it was all over.

The blood and some excrement bubbling up from the calm river made the clear water disgusting, and the young man felt not just this but fear.

His father watched him calmly while gently stroking his hair, "You resemble me the most, so I give you this opportunity. I respect your choice. If you still think about going through this judgment with her, I will personally drown you here."

"If you understand my intention, then let’s go back together; forget this commoner and this bastard. I will find you a girl suitable for your status, who will know better how to please you."

"It’s time to make a choice, child..."

That he was still alive showed that he made the right choice.

It’s like when someone hates another person; even their breath can become one of the reasons for hatred.

But when someone likes another person, even their breath becomes a reason to forgive them.

Something inexplicable seemed to sweep through him, and his smile twisted a little.

The crawling girl, although a little scared, still crawled over obediently for the sake of the money, even giving herself a little play, showcasing a cat’s particular pride.

This girl was actually very hardworking; despite engaging in such flesh business every day, she was very ambitious, using the money earned with sweat and blood to enroll in acting classes.

The adult movie "Highway Frenzy: The Alien Invasion" greatly inspired her; a girl from the adult film industry became a hot star in one fell swoop.

Though she frequently undressed, she rose to fame; everyone was exposing their bodies. The same entry and exit of certain areas, yet their incomes were worlds apart.

That girl now commands a fee of 150,000 per adult movie while she, this "Candy" cat girl, only charges 1,500 per job, and that’s for her highest-paying gig!

This is the gap; she has ambition, applying what she learned in acting to her current work. Unfortunately, the young man was not an art connoisseur; he only wanted to satisfy some gradually uncontrollable twisted desires.

A boy raised within a ruling class that disrespects human rights and disregards the lives of commoners, no matter how kind, has long been corrupted by that decaying class.

He now just wants to vent some desires in his heart, desires of destruction.

At around 1 a.m., Lynch saw the girl, who was already heavily injured. The Doctor said a part of her body was torn, but the surgery was successful, and she would recover in about a month.

However, the psychological shadow it cast would likely take much longer to fade and might never fade, accompanying her for life.

Of course, the young man wasn’t entirely unscathed either. Though certainly having fewer problems than the girl, he still got a beating.

The girl’s broker company punished him heavily, even breaking his left index finger. If Lynch hadn’t arrived quickly, they might have broken all his fingers.

Looking at the angry, yet injured young man, something brewed in Lynch’s eyes.

He might have felt wronged or simply never experienced such a beating before. The young man, who had been keeping a straight face, almost cried upon seeing Lynch.

During their time at sea, they had gotten along quite well, becoming good friends. As Lynch was about to walk out, "Lynch, you must..."

"Slap!"

The slap nearly knocked him to the ground; Lynch retracted his slightly numb right hand, using his left hand to pinch the ring on the young man’s right index finger, to conceal the blood collecting on the palm of his already partially numb right hand.

The young man was stunned by the slap, looking blankly up at Lynch, only to be met with a shadow. Immediately, his head flung violently, spinning with dizziness almost making him fall over.

"Throw him into the car..." Lynch ordered, two strong men lifted the young man who hadn’t come back to his senses, dragging him outside.

In the hallway, the broker from the entertainment company was still fuming. An ambitious girl is the treasure of every company; they despise the girls who have given up struggling and effort.

Those girls have nothing besides fresh appearances; their value diminishes over time, but an ambitious girl is different.

If they hit it big, or at worst become the main character of a small budget film that doesn’t sell well, their market worth can instantly soar from 1,500 to 15,000.

But this young man nearly ruined her, and what angered them more was that they found they were powerless, even needing to apologize to Lynch—they had broken the young man’s finger.

If it were any average person, this would be nothing, but this young man belonged to Lynch; neither influence nor wealth-wise, combined, they were no match for Lynch.

It was widely known that Bail Federal had always been heaven for the rich and hell for the poor.

So, not only did they have no outlet for their dissatisfaction and anger but also had to apologize.

When the girl’s broker appeared before him, Lynch stopped his impending apology, instead saying something surprising, "Take me to see the girl. I want to apologize to her face to face."

The broker hesitated but ultimately couldn’t refuse Lynch’s request, for various reasons.

In a regular hospital room, Lynch saw the girl, and her condition was somewhat miserable.

Due to the constraints, she needed some catheter assistance. But it was a regular room, meaning people came and went; even a girl engaged in flesh work would feel embarrassment and unease.

Yet, there was no choice. Ever since medical groups hired massive lobbying teams to advocate that only by commercializing health insurance could the most complete, advanced, and reliable medical services be provided to the public, much had changed.

Unregulated by the government, medical costs began to soar. Of course, the services people received improved significantly — but only for patients with private commercial health insurance.

They’d receive single or double, spacious, well-lit rooms with dedicated nurses and doctors caring for them 24 hours a day, and individual nutritious meals daily.

This is excellent, but those still paying public health insurance (a social insurance item) are put into rooms with eight to twelve people, alongside not only the patients but also companions and visiting relatives. Virtually everyone could see the girl’s most private parts and the catheters helping her.

Seeing this, Lynch’s face turned terribly grim. Frowning, he instructed the nurse to fetch the Doctor, pointing at the girl on the bed, saying, "Give her the best room, the best care. I need all medical staff to be mature women who know how to care, and I want her to have the best medical treatment!"

Initially impatient, the Doctor of the hospital room became somewhat unsettled upon hearing these demands. He hesitantly asked, "And you are?"

"You can call me ’Mr. Lynch’!"