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.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
