135: Even if he took the photos secretly, you can just make him delete them.

The "Red Wolf" cosplayer waved her hands repeatedly, her face still flushed with excitement. "No need to be so polite, really!"

"Um... I... could I also take a photo with you?"

She made the request a bit nervously, her eyes filled with expectation.

Lei Jun looked at the pure expectation and nervousness in the other girl's eyes and hesitated for a moment.

The other party had just cooperated with her to complete the task and was so friendly; refusing outright seemed a bit cold.

Never mind, it was just one photo, a simple favor.

She nodded, a faint curve remaining at the corners of her lips. "Sure."

Then she looked toward Lei Ying.

Understanding the look, Lei Ying stepped forward and took the phone from the cosplayer's hand.

Just as the two were adjusting their poses and preparing to take the second photo...

"Click! Click! Click!"

From not far away came the sound of a shutter that clearly didn't belong to the cosplayer's phone.

Lei Jun looked toward the sound.

On the edge of the crowd a few steps away stood a very wretched-looking man.

He was about forty years old, with a greasy, shiny head that was particularly conspicuous under the exhibition hall lights; his few remaining strands of hair were carefully combed from one side to the other in an attempt to cover the barren wasteland.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

On his feet were a pair of open-toed sandals, and he was actually wearing white socks inside them.

He was staring at them with a wretched smile while frantically pressing the shutter button.

Being stared at and smiled at by such a person made Lei Jun feel extremely disgusted.

Moreover, the guy's smile was becoming increasingly perverted, who knew what he was thinking.

Then, the guy actually crouched down, intending to take photos up their skirts.

Since she and the cosplayer were standing on a high platform...

If this guy managed to take photos of their underskirts, both she and the cosplayer would be completely exposed!

"You're courting death!"

What she hated most in her life were these scumbags who hid in dark corners and used despicable means to violate the privacy of others.

Lei Jun jumped straight down from the high platform and delivered a flying kick to the wretched middle-aged man.

"Bang!"

A dull and massive sound of impact rang out!

The wretched man didn't have time to react at all; he only felt an irresistible, overwhelming force smash violently into his chest and shoulder.

His entire body was like a tattered sack thrown with all one's might, his feet leaving the ground as he flew backward!

He flew a full five or six meters before crashing heavily, like a human cannonball, into a display stand made of wood and metal used for showcasing large figures and posters!

Struck by such a heavy blow, the display stand let out a tooth-aching groan and the sound of breaking.

The thick wooden side panels instantly dented and shattered, wood chips flying everywhere!

The metal support frame let out a "creak" as it twisted, visibly deforming.

Several expensive figure models fixed on the display stand were jolted askew; one limited-edition large mecha model even fell directly from its bracket, parts scattering all over the floor.

A section of the carefully arranged posters and decorations came crashing down, leaving the entire display area in a mess.

The wretched middle-aged man slid down from the edge of the broken display stand like a pile of mud, collapsing onto the ground.

The massive impact made him feel as if every bone in his body had been shattered, and his internal organs were in a state of upheaval.

The black-rimmed glasses on his face had long since flown off to who-knows-where, the lenses shattered.

His nose bridge also seemed to be broken, with blood gushing from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

His entire face was distorted and deformed due to extreme pain.

"Ah! My bones... broken... help!"

However, even in such intense pain, he actually clutched the camera tightly in his arms, protecting it closely.

Nothing could happen to the camera!

Inside it... inside were so many "treasures" he had worked so hard to capture!

Those up-skirt shots, those exposures—they were all things he had risked... and waited a long time to capture!

And the camera itself had cost him over sixty thousand!

It was his lifeblood, saved up by living frugally and eating steamed buns and pickles for two years!

If a person was injured, they could be treated, but if the camera was broken... and the treasures inside were gone, he would truly have nothing!

Because he protected it so well, his camera was actually not damaged.

Everyone in the exhibition hall was stunned.

"Oh my god! How... how can she fight so well? I didn't say anything out of line just now, did I? Luckily I didn't provoke her..."

"This girl's... skills are too incredible! But well hit! This kind of voyeuristic pervert should be dealt with like this!"

"Holy crap... that explosive power... is she even human? Luckily I was just watching from a distance and didn't go up to hit on her or take candid photos..."

"Is... is this considered a brave act for a just cause or intentional injury? But that candid-taking dog definitely deserves it! The young lady is too cool!"

"Well done, sister is mighty! This kind of dead pervert should be beaten to death, let's see if he dares to take candid photos again!"

"This is a big deal now... the girl hit him too hard. Although it's understandable, it might be hard to settle..."

"This woman can't be messed with, she's too brutal!"

Lei Jun's face was as cold as frost as she stepped toward the wretched man collapsed on the ground.

Ignoring his miserable state, she directly reached out and took the camera from the wretched man's tight embrace.

Seeing the camera being taken away, the wretched man became extremely nervous.

"No!"

"My camera!"

"My treasure!"

He was anxious, wanting to struggle, to roar, to take it back, but the sharp pain from his chest made even breathing difficult, let alone moving.

He could only watch helplessly as Lei Jun took away his lifeblood.

Just then, several people wearing uniforms with "Security" on them finally pushed through the crowd and rushed over.

They immediately surrounded Lei Jun in the middle.

Seeing this, the Red Wolf cosplayer hurriedly rushed forward and explained excitedly, "It's this man. He just crouched down trying to take up-skirt photos of us. This girl only acted to stop him!"

"Don't make things difficult for her!"

The Person in Charge shouted at the Red Wolf cosplayer, "Even if he took candid photos, couldn't you just have him delete them?"

"Was it necessary to hit him so hard?"

"Look at what you've done to him!"

"Not only did she hit someone, but she also damaged the display stand. Who's going to pay for this loss?"

Hearing these indiscriminate words from the Person in Charge, the Red Wolf cosplayer trembled with rage.

"You bastard, what kind of bullshit logic is that!"

"Are we supposed to just swallow our anger when we're being photographed and obediently beg him to delete them?"

"Would a scumbag like him listen? By the time you security guards slowly made your way here, he would have finished taking them and vanished!"

"You're just trying to smooth things over, or even favoring that pervert!"

The Person in Charge's expression changed drastically.

He shouted at the Red Wolf cosplayer, "Stop your yapping. If you interfere with our handling of this again, we'll arrest you too!"

After scolding the Red Wolf cosplayer, he quickly looked toward Lei Jun.

His attention had actually long been completely captured by Lei Jun.

From the first moment he saw Lei Jun, strong amazement and wicked thoughts welled up within him.