Zhao Hu couldn't be bothered to entertain him. With a wave of his hand, several young, able-bodied men stepped forward and pinned down the father and son.
Both he and Sun Jiahao were tied up. The other people who had come to get their food watched with expressions of amusement, though some looked panicked.
"Let go of my son..." Old Hag Sun rushed over upon hearing the news. "You are bullies! Bandits! You..."
Zhao Hu pointed a finger at her. "Take this old thing too!"
"You... mmm..." Old Hag Sun's mouth was quickly covered.
All three were dragged onto a rubber raft. The Sun family's daughter-in-law wanted to step forward to say something, but an older woman beside her yanked her back. "What, are you addicted to being bullied by them?"
The daughter-in-law looked at her glaring husband and mother-in-law. Remembering how she was still being ordered around and humiliated by their family even now, she lowered her head and stepped back.
Everyone was confused until they saw the raft stop at the base of another building. Zhao Hu threw the three of them off, thoughtfully untying their ropes first and carefully placing the ropes back on the raft. In this day and age, everything had to be conserved.
Survival instincts kicked in, and the three members of the Sun family struggled to swim toward dry ground. Fortunately, they had been thrown off very close to the building.
"A lot of people died in that building before," someone muttered.
"Crazy, they're all crazy."
From behind Zhao Hu came the loud curses of Old Hag Sun, insulting his ancestors to the eighteenth generation. Zhao Hu merely picked his ear. He was just following Fang Zhiyi's orders, and he knew that whatever Fang Zhiyi arranged was usually foolproof.
"How can you do this! We are all one community! It's one thing for you to enjoy some privileges, but to actually throw them out! They are human beings too! They have their own rights!" Just as Zhao Hu docked, a man stood up.
Zhao Hu looked up and sized him up, finding him unfamiliar. He figured the man must be one of those neighbors who usually hid in their own apartments.
Seeing him stay silent, the man put his hands on his hips. "I thought you set up this committee to protect everyone's interests. Looking at it now, you're just a dictatorship!"
Fang Zhiyi's voice drifted down from above. "That's right, it is a dictatorship. What about it?"
The man turned around, his face full of arrogance. "I originally thought you were good people. Bah, bullshit!"
Fang Zhiyi wore a smile. "Good people? Good people deserve to be morally kidnapped by you? Good people owe you and should risk their lives for you? By the way, when exactly did I ever say I was a good person? I'm quite curious." He winked at Zhao Hu.
Before the man could react, he was suddenly pinned down by Zhao Hu, and two young men stepped forward to tie him up.
"Since you already know we're the bad guys, who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?" Fang Zhiyi teased.
"Don't waste breath on him. Let him go pursue his human rights somewhere else," Chen Rui chimed in. He had clearly seen the reality of their situation. If Fang Zhiyi hadn't stepped up that day, this building would probably have descended into chaos long ago.
Zhao Hu and the others made another trip. All the spectating residents of Building 17 watched as the man hurled abuse, but then several fierce-looking men appeared behind him. He started begging for mercy, even bursting into tears.
"If anyone feels this is unfair, you can go pursue fairness elsewhere. I won't stop you, really." Fang Zhiyi walked away without looking back.
The residents looked at each other, clicking their tongues, before dispersing to resume whatever they had been doing.
From a distance, Chen Rui looked at the place where the Sun family had been dropped off. At this moment, Old Hag Sun was gesturing wildly, talking to the people in that building and pointing back toward them. He felt a bit uneasy.
Night fell. The rain was still coming down, though it was much lighter than in previous days, and the water level had stopped rising.
Over a dozen dark figures clutching pieces of wood jumped into the water. Their target was Building 17.
That old woman had said that everyone in Building 17 had enough to eat, with both meat and vegetables. This tempted them. Why should Building 17 get to live the good life when they were all in the same residential complex?
The thugs stood up one by one in a tenth-floor living room of Building 17. The leading man pulled out a kitchen knife tucked into his waistband.
"Brothers, let's rob them!" At his shout, a flashlight beam suddenly snapped on, hitting him squarely in the face. Blinded by the glare, the man squinted. "Who! Who's there!"
"Your daddy." Zhao Hu walked down the stairs, his face full of anger. In his hand, he held a spear crafted by Fang Zhiyi, which was essentially a mop handle combined with a kitchen meat cleaver.
Seeing only one person, the intruders instinctively revealed vicious expressions, but they quickly froze. Behind Zhao Hu, many more people appeared one after another. The staircase was soon packed, and judging by the sounds, even more people were coming down the corridor.
"Y-you..."
"Did that Sun family only tell you we have food, but forget to mention that we're pretty united?" Zhao Hu sneered.
"You..."
"Beat them to death!" someone shouted.
The group at the front raised their homemade spears in unison and charged. Some of the panicked intruders turned and ran. Facing opponents who outnumbered them and were better equipped, they had completely lost their will to fight.
"What are you panicking for! We've killed people before! Can't you see these guys' hands are shaking?" the leading man bellowed.
He was right. Unlike these thugs, most of the residents in Building 17 had no blood on their hands. Even when facing these robbers, they were a bit afraid.
The man's shout snapped his accomplices back to reality, and they began to brandish their knives, confronting the residents of Building 17.
"What are you standing around for? Attack! There's food, drinks, and women!" The man's face twisted, his eyes gleaming like a vicious wolf.
But just as he finished speaking, an axe came spinning through the air and buried itself directly into his face. The man, who had just been trying to rally his troops, fell backward into the water, splashing wildly.
For a moment, everyone froze, unanimously looking at the figure in the stairwell.
"Why waste your breath on them? Don't tell me you feel sorry for these guys," Fang Zhiyi said, clapping his hands together.
Zhao Hu roared, "Attack!"
With Fang Zhiyi taking the lead, they finally mustered up their courage.
Fang Zhiyi didn't make any further moves. He just watched. The able-bodied young men in Zhao Hu's guard unit were more decisive than the rest. From their initial hesitation to their subsequent fluidity, it seemed they had finally crossed that mental hurdle.
Only a few of the thugs who had come from Building 14 managed to swim back desperately. Looking at the corpses before them, many people threw up.
"Don't throw up now, or you'll just end up with an empty stomach," Fang Zhiyi said nonchalantly. Hearing this, some actually clamped their hands tightly over their mouths.
"Tsk, in the original plot you guys were pretty ruthless when it came to killing. Why have you all turned into good people now that I'm here?" Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself, turning around to go home and sleep.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
