Jiang Wan stared at him with a half-smile, making him feel uneasy. He instinctively raised his voice, stiffened his neck, and bluffed, "What are you looking at? Murderers pay with their lives, or if they don't, they pay with money. That's only fair!"
“That’s right.” Jiang Wan smiled and agreed with his point of view.
Then she continued, "The murderers are Jiang Cheng, Miao Fengxian, and Jiang Yushan. Whether it's paying with their lives or demanding material compensation, you can go find them. However, as far as I know, all three of them are dead. Now..."
Her cold, sharp gaze swept over him from head to toe. "Are you going down to collect your debts from them now?"
Ge Youcai's eyes widened in horror, but she immediately shifted the focus: "You, you...they're all dead?"
He knew Jiang Cheng was dead, but didn't that mother and daughter hook up with the city guard squad leader and live a carefree and prosperous life, leaving the Silver City VIP room to live a good life?
He died too?
He expressed disbelief.
Jiang Wan gave him a "believe it or not" look, put her hands in her pockets, and paced back and forth in front of him a couple of times: "Are you going by yourself? Or should I give you a ride?"
"Huh?" Ge Youcai instinctively wanted to ask where they were going, but when he met the sympathetic yet terrified looks in the other two's eyes, he instantly realized what was happening and began to struggle, "I'm not going! I came here today to find you! You're their daughter, and since they killed someone, you should be the one to pay for it!"
Jiang Wan ignored him, estimated his weight, sighed inwardly, and realized she had to do the hard labor herself. She then dragged the rattan whip to the window with both hands, and with a forceful flick, threw the man down.
Gravity caused them to plummet downwards, and the two people tied to the other end of the vine whip were also dragged to the bottom of the window. Only the wall below prevented them from falling.
"ah!!!!"
Inside and outside the window of the 17th floor of Yincheng Yazu, three people screamed in terror at the same time!
After their desperate screams had faded from the air above the Silver City VIP lounge, she said coolly, "Their daughter is Jiang Yushan. You've got the wrong person!"
Her response was Ge Youcai's loud crying.
"Ah! Help!"
Jiang Wan picked at her ear before looking down and asking the two people who were forced to tremble against the window, "Do you think I'll give you anything?"
Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were devoid of warmth, as if killing someone was a perfectly ordinary thing for her.
No, she wouldn't even blink if she killed three people!
The two belatedly realized that this was already an oxygen-deprived apocalypse. If they dared to rob and kill, why wouldn't she dare to strike first?
The residents' group chat for Yincheng Yazuo has calmed down; people rarely go online unless necessary, to conserve battery and data.
But as screams pierced the air outside the window, the residents' group chat suddenly became lively again.
"My God, has someone jumped off a building?"
"Look carefully, someone is killing someone!"
Immediately afterwards, a video was uploaded, in which Ge Youcai was tied up and hung in the air, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.
"I can't see who the murderer is!"
"This is Building Number One, 17th floor! Can you think of anyone who came back today?"
Holy crap! It's her!
"How dare she, a weak woman, kill someone?"
Many people in the group were initially lurking, but upon seeing this, they all started to chime in. Some, with convenient geographical locations, secretly filmed various videos and uploaded them to the group, while others searched for clues in the videos over and over again.
Holy crap! It really is her!
"Holy crap! This woman is terrifying!"
Everyone in the group was shocked by how terrifying Jiang Wan was, and everyone overlooked a very important fact—the reason why Jiang Wan lost her temper.
A WeChat account with a sunflower profile picture popped up: "The owner of 1-1701 hasn't been living here recently, but there are often people acting suspiciously in front of her house. Today, she caught them red-handed."
This group of homeowners consists of the earliest owners of Yincheng Yazuo. Most of them bought their own houses, but recently, more and more people have been killing and robbing houses in the community. They dare not speak out, and are even more afraid that misfortune will happen to them.
So when they saw this sentence, the group fell silent for a moment.
Then, someone, seemingly leading the conversation, said: "So they just wanted to seize the houses? Good for them! They deserve to be taught a lesson! Just because it's the apocalypse, they think they can do whatever they want and steal other people's houses!"
This person is extremely aggressive, clearly suffering from the distress caused by homeless people robbing houses.
The others chimed in, "That's right! If it were me, I'd just throw him off the building! Why waste energy hanging him up like that!"
"That's right, that's right. The owner of 1701 is still too soft-hearted. This kind of robber should be killed immediately to prevent future troubles!"
"What's going on with the security? Why are more and more homeless people moving into our neighborhood? Can't they do something about it?!"
Some people started complaining that the security in the community was getting worse and worse. There was no security in this group, and if there was, they would just pretend to be dead in a pseudonym and no one would actually show up.
So, while keeping an eye on Jiang Wan's movements, everyone complained that the community was becoming increasingly unsafe, and that the residents should unite and stick together against external threats.
Just as Cheng Zhen was mediating the dispute at the checkpoint, he suddenly heard someone screaming overhead. He looked up and his pupils contracted.
Good heavens!
He dared not be careless, nor did he have the mind to appreciate Jiang Wan's masterpiece. He immediately rushed upstairs and saw her kicking two other men, asking in a calm voice, "Do you think I would give you anything?"
The two men, bound hand and foot, shook their heads like groundhogs.
"What's going on?" Cheng Zhen approached and, seeing that none of the three were superhumans, roughly guessed, "They've got their eye on your house?"
"No matter what you fancy, forget about it!" Jiang Wan handed the person over to him. "You deal with him for me."
She stepped back to the doorway, patted a fluffy head with one hand, and asked gently, "Were you scared?"
The two children shook their heads together, and Jiang Xiaoxin said indignantly, "They are bad people, don't let them get away with this!"
Jiang Xiaoshu tossed her head back, pulled away from her hand, and said haughtily, "It's no big deal."
He's afraid of such a small situation? How naive is he?
They're not afraid of zombies in the wild!
Jiang Wan smiled and ruffled their hair a couple more times. Hmm, it feels nice.
After breaking the house's protective barrier, she went inside and carefully checked the room. It was exactly the same as when she left, which put her at ease.
After she locked the door again and put the restraints on, she saw that Cheng Zhen had already hung the three of them in mid-air outdoors.
She couldn't help but hiss and raise an eyebrow in admiration. The window structure of this oxygen storage room was quite sturdy. Even with three burly adult men hanging there, there was no sign of bending or deformation.
When Cheng Zhen saw her come out, he asked with concern, "Is everything alright at home?"
"Um."
"Let's go then." Cheng Zhen invited her to go downstairs together.
Jiang Wan had a gut feeling that something was amiss: "What are you doing?"
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