Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

"Pfft, what's this 'A graceful lady is a gentleman's desire'? How old-fashioned is that?"

The young man looked disdainful.

Then, as if asserting dominance, he wrapped his right arm around the girl beside him, pulling her into his embrace.

The girl chuckled softly as well: "Sorry, Uncle, but I don't really like men older than me. You'd better find someone else!"

The middle-aged man's gaze shifted to the other women—the remaining girls at these two tables.

But it seemed all these women were already taken, their boyfriends right beside them.

Internal consumption.

The middle-aged man sighed: "Ah, tough luck. In this day and age, isn't there anyone among you who likes a crusty old geezer?"

The men and women all laughed.

"Uncle, you'd better leave now! You're not our type!"

The middle-aged man had no choice but to walk away, dejected.

Soon enough, the fourteen people at the two tables finished their meal.

After eating.

One of them suggested: "Hey, I noticed this apartment has a free gym, library, and swimming pool. Why don't we go check them out now and walk off our food a bit? What do you say?"

"Great idea! Let's go have some fun!"

"Hey, are those places open for anyone to enter?"

"Don't worry. Although those facilities are technically only open to residents here, as long as you can get into Alice Apartment, you can go enjoy them."

Manager Wu Meiling had a chive-and-egg dumpling in her mouth.

She smiled at them.

"Alright, since that's the case, let's go check them out, look around, and have some fun."

Excitement and curiosity were written across all fourteen faces.

Soon, they all left the activity room.

The live stream, chat section.

【Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about these fourteen people?】

The Ultimate Rich Kid was also eating at this time.

He sat in the dining room on the first floor of his family villa, enjoying over a dozen home-cooked dishes prepared by the housemaid.

His girlfriend Wang Ziyi had returned from her parents' place after the New Year and moved back into his villa.

Right now, she was upstairs doing aerobics.

He, on the other hand, was watching the live stream on his phone.

After posting his comment.

He saw Fairy Sister say: 【I have a bad feeling too. I feel like these fourteen people are about to run into serious trouble. If they went during the day, it might be fine, but it's nighttime now...】

"If these fourteen people really do end up in trouble, that would be truly unfortunate. Perhaps this calamity is written in their fate."

The Ultimate Rich Kid, Lin Feng, chuckled.

...

Alice Apartment.

Building No. 1, Zhang Yao's home.

"Seriously, Zhang Yao, why do we have to wear this thing just to go take out that little brat?"

In the living room, a man in his thirties wearing a purple shirt stared at the white hockey mask in his hand, looking very confused.

The Purple-Shirted Man was the one Zhang Yao had lured over by using himself as bait online—he had tricked a male college student into coming for a date, only to let this Purple-Shirted Man have his fun.

"This is a Jason mask. Do you know who Jason is?"

Zhang Yao stood beside the Purple-Shirted Man, holding the same white hockey mask, Jason-style, in his own hand.

"Jason? Sounds like a foreign name. Of course I don't know him. I don't watch foreign movies."

The Purple-Shirted Man chuckled.

Then he put on the Jason mask.

The mask had three straps on the back, so it fit very securely.

"Hey, hold on, you almost changed the subject! You still haven't told me why we need to wear these masks."

"Mystery, you understand?"

Zhang Yao said.

The Purple-Shirted Man laughed: "Got it. Oh right, that little brat Jin Hai who stole your food delivery is also a lab rat. So which one of us gets to deliver the final blow? Since he's a lab rat, killing him should upgrade some privilege level or something."

Zhang Yao said: "Of course it's me. That little punk stole my food delivery and wouldn't admit it, pretended to be innocent, and even pulled that 'catch the thief with the goods' routine. Now, I'm going to show him why flowers bloom so red!"

He ground his teeth, letting out a sinister, icy chuckle.

Instantly, the temperature in the entire living room seemed to drop several degrees.

Zhang Yao and the Purple-Shirted Man left Zhang Yao's apartment.

They took the stairs that were usually less busy.

Then, they exited through the back door of Building No. 1.

After getting out, they entered Building No. 2 through the back door.

Once inside, they quietly crept all the way to the front of the first floor.

They found the area pitch black, completely devoid of the lively atmosphere from the welcome party earlier.

Zhang Yao pulled out his phone to check the time. It was nearly 10 PM.

Everyone had long since gone back to their own homes and their own families. This made things convenient for them.

So they quietly slipped into the management office.

The Purple-Shirted Man whispered to Zhang Yao: "Why are we going into the management office? Shouldn't we head straight to that little brat's apartment?"

Zhang Yao was exasperated: "I'm here to get the spare key, obviously! If I don't grab the spare key, how are we supposed to get in? Can you pick a lock? Or are you badass enough to bust the door down with a chainsaw or a fire axe?"

"Don't forget what I told you before. A bunch of sick freaks live in this place."

"We don't want to treat that little brat like prey, only to make too much noise and end up becoming prey for someone else."

The Purple-Shirted Man rubbed his clean-shaven chin.

Joked: "I see! As expected from a senior!!!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Yao, who was rummaging through the management office, suddenly looked back in confusion.

"Wait, 'senior'? That word is usually used by either Cherry Blossom Country people or Koreans. Why did you suddenly blurt that out?"

The Purple-Shirted Man said: "Because I've watched TV shows and movies from those two countries!"

Zhang Yao's brow furrowed even deeper, like a bridge spanning across the sea.

"Hold on, I remember you said earlier that you don't watch foreign movies. So how—"

The Purple-Shirted Man chuckled: "Did I? Did I say that?"

Zhang Yao didn't want to deal with this perverted Dead Faggot anymore. After another three minutes, he finally found the spare key to Jin Hai's apartment in a cabinet drawer.

"This little bastard and I have some fate between us. I live in Room 301 of Building No. 1, and he lives in Room 301 of Building No. 2."

The two of them crept up the stairs to the third floor.

Even though they tried to keep their footsteps as light as possible, the current environment was so silent that their steps on the stairs still went click-click-click, as if stepping directly on their own hearts.

The third floor was pitch black, utterly silent.

An invisible darkness swept across the third floor.

Thick and impenetrable.

The two of them arrived at the door of Room 301, where Jin Hai lived.

When he had come over from Building No. 1 to Building No. 2 earlier, Zhang Yao had made sure to check if the lights were on in Jin Hai's apartment from downstairs.

They weren't.

Clearly, good little boys needed to sleep early so they could grow up fast.

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