After finishing the business at home, Zhang Yi left his house with a gun in hand.
There was one matter that was long overdue for resolution.
At that moment, the entire building was empty—there were hardly any people around. The neighbors had all gone out for a barbecue, and only two apartments in the building were occupied.
Zhang Yi arrived at the door of the other apartment—the very room where Lin Cai‐ning, Fang Yuqing, and the others had once lived.
Zhang Yi pulled out his pistol, aimed at the door lock, and fired two shots—"Bang! Bang!"—then kicked the door open. With a riot shield in his left hand and the gun in his right, he stepped inside.
The room was very dark, so Zhang Yi switched on the overhead mining lamp. In an instant, the entire room became as bright as daylight, with every corner clearly visible.
At that moment, a piercing scream came from beside him. A disheveled woman wielding a kitchen knife rushed over. Calmly, Zhang Yi raised his riot shield to block her.
Her feeble slashes, lacking any real force, did nothing to faze Zhang Yi—instead, the recoil sent the woman sprawling onto the ground.
Zhang Yi turned to look at her, a look of contempt and mockery playing on his lips.
"Long time no see, Fang Yuqing!"
The mining lamp illuminated her face, causing her eyes to squint against the brightness. At this point, Fang Yuqing was in a state neither fully human nor ghostly—her body was covered in bloodstains and grease. The entire room reeked of a foul stench, and bones littered the floor. In one corner of the room lay a half-eaten corpse. From the remnants of clothing, Zhang Yi deduced that it was Lin Cai‐ning's.
"No wonder you managed to survive until now—truly worthy of being plastic 'sister flowers'!" Zhang Yi sneered.
Fang Yuqing shielded her eyes from the light, and upon realizing that it was Zhang Yi, she let out a cry of despair and fury.
"Ah!!!!!!"
"Zhang Yi, why didn't you die? Why!!"
"Those useless scum—so many of them, yet they couldn't even kill you. They truly are worthless!"
Zhang Yi's lips curled with derision.
"Foolish woman, did you really think that secretly contacting Wang Qiang and turning Jiang Lei and Li Chengbin against me would kill me?
You're pitifully stupid! With a brain like yours, you deserve to be treated like a plaything, ending up contorted by so many people."
It was she who originally tipped off Wang Qiang, letting him ambush Zhang Yi in the snowy field. It was also she who had caused Li Chengbin and Jiang Lei to be overturned so they could join Wang Qiang and Huang Tianfang in the attack on Zhang Yi.
This woman was inept in many things, but her mastery of "tea art" had reached perfection. And a "green tea bitch" always knows exactly what men desire, knowing how to seduce them.
"Zhang Yi, I hate you! Everything that's happened to me is because of you!"
Realizing that revenge was hopeless, Fang Yuqing hysterically vented her feelings at Zhang Yi.
"You chased me for two and a half years, so why did you suddenly stop?
This is shameless betrayal! You couldn't even endure such a small test—what right do you have to say you love me?
If you had just persisted a little longer, I would have agreed to marry you!
But why did you abandon me for that bitch? I hate you so much—I wish I could personally kill you and that whore!"
Fang Yuqing became more and more agitated, eventually charging at Zhang Yi to strike him. Zhang Yi let out a cold laugh. Not even bothering with his gun, he simply raised his riot shield and knocked her to the ground.
"Bitch, you're just pretentious!"
With a mindless "green tea bitch" like her, Zhang Yi had nothing more to say. In a woman like this's eyes, whatever a man does is always wrong.
He put away his pistol, then took out a crowbar. Stepping forward, he forcefully smashed it against Fang Yuqing's wrist and calf. She was so emaciated that her bones protruded—so fragile that even the slightest impact would break her small bones.
The crisp sound of shattering bone accompanied her sharp, agonizing screams, which, oddly enough, almost sounded harmonious and pleasing. Fang Yuqing convulsed in pain, her lips losing their firmness as she sobbed and pleaded with Zhang Yi.
"Zhang Yi, please spare me—I don't want to die! I beg you, let me live!"
Zhang Yi said nothing. Instead, he grabbed her hair and, amid her wailing, dragged her to the window. Using the crowbar, he smashed the security window on the balcony. Fang Yuqing understood what he intended—he was going to throw her off from the height of this eight-story building! Even if she didn't die from the fall, her bones would break and she'd freeze to death in the snow!
Tears and snot streamed down Fang Yuqing's face as she cried, "Zhang Yi, spare me, spare me! I'll do anything you want! I was wrong, I really was wrong!"
Listening to her miserable voice, Zhang Yi felt an unusual sense of satisfaction. He couldn't help but recall his previous life. She had appeared so pitiful then—like a delicate white lotus, her eyes brimming with tears as she pleaded for him to open the door. And what awaited him was an utterly inhumane feast.
"You deserve it!" Zhang Yi laughed.
He put away the crowbar, pulled out a sharp dagger, and before Fang Yuqing's terrified eyes, with a "stab!" sound, slashed through her clothing.
"Stab!"
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"Stab!"
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"Stab!"
Moments later, Fang Yuqing was stripped completely naked, reduced to a pale, emaciated figure—like a white sheep, malnourished and nothing more than skin and bones. Her lips had turned purple from the cold, yet mistakenly thinking that Zhang Yi intended to sleep with her, she stuttered, "You can sleep with me—as long as you let me live."
Zhang Yi merely stared at her naked body for a few seconds before sighing in disappointment.
"You're so skinny, your fat withered away—what's the point?"
Zhang Yi wasn't so desperate for sustenance as to settle for that. He tore apart Fang Yuqing's clothes solely to completely humiliate her! Though he detested her, he had once lusted after her body, chasing her for two and a half years. Now, however, seeing her made him feel utterly repulsed.
Grabbing her frail ankle with one hand, he hoisted her upside down amid her screams. This emaciated woman resembled a deflated doll, with only one part oddly swollen—like a steamed bun covered in black mold. Disgust etched on his face, a perverse pleasure arose within him. He glanced at the Swiss-made dagger in his hand, feeling a twinge of reluctance to discard it.
Then Zhang Yi looked around and picked up a broken bone from the floor, one end of which was a sharp splinter. Perhaps this broken bone belonged to Zhou Peng.
A slight curl appeared on Zhang Yi's lips as he raised the bone and thrust it in!
"Ah!!!!"
A shrill, agonized scream burst from Fang Yuqing's mouth. In Zhang Yi's grasp, she writhed in pain, like a hen having its feathers scalded off in boiling water. Satisfied, Zhang Yi then hurled her out the window.
At this temperature, falling naked onto the snow—needless to say, the sensation was exquisitely torturous. Zhang Yi peered down from the windowsill; on the snow lay nothing but a human-shaped pit.
He sighed, "Was I too kind? Just letting her die like that is a bit too easy."
If there were no other matters at hand, he had planned to find a place to slowly dismember her piece by piece. But now, with too many people to eliminate and a heavy workload ahead, he was too lazy to waste time on this woman.
Zhang Yi turned and left the room, remarking as he went, "I really am such a kind person!"