With Manager Wu Meiling taking a stand, Jiang Ran and the others were even less inclined to believe Bundy’s claims.
Afterward, Yang Qi added, “Alright, say he’s fake—then what’s he doing impersonating a cop?”
“He must have some sinister plan against me!!!”
Bundy roared his reply.
At this point, Jiang Ran shot Bundy a skeptical glance. “Sinister plan against you? You’re pretty handsome, sure, but this old cop—unless he’s into guys—what could he possibly want from you that’s sinister?”
Bundy was momentarily speechless.
But still, he just felt that Old Fang was a fake cop, and he definitely had some scheme targeting him!
He could smell the same kind of vibe from Old Fang—like recognizes like!!!!
“No! You can’t leave!! At least wait until other cops get here before you go!”
“Human rights! I demand my rights!”
“You have to protect my safety!!!”
His shouts were loud and impassioned.
But none of them paid him any mind.
Zeng Yan even muttered, “Unbelievable. We wasted days hunting him down, living in constant fear, and now we have to protect his safety? That’s messed up.”
The group slowly walked away.
Bundy was utterly devastated, but before despair could fully consume him, his legs were still free. He tried to bolt in another direction, only for Old Fang to kick him flat to the ground.
After knocking him down, Old Fang pulled a rag from his pocket and stuffed Bundy’s mouth full with it.
At that moment, Manager Wu Meiling stepped closer, her voice laced with curiosity. “Old Fang, what’s your purpose in impersonating a cop?”
Manager Wu Meiling had actually known Old Fang was a fake all along, but she hadn’t exposed him earlier. Instead, she’d chosen the right moment to step in and back him up with false testimony.
Old Fang chuckled. “Then what about you? Why did you step forward and take my side?”
Manager Wu Meiling stared at Bundy on the ground and said, “I want him dead. But if you hadn’t stepped in just now, he’d probably have been taken away by that fake cop and survived.”
Old Fang: “Alright, I get it. Good thing our goals are the same. I want him dead too.”
Manager Wu Meiling was slightly surprised. “You have a grudge against him too?”
Old Fang shook his head.
Manager Wu Meiling: “Then why?”
Old Fang: “To use him for a Human Tree.”
Manager Wu Meiling’s eyes lit up with understanding, and she couldn’t help but nod. “I see.”
“Alright, enough talking. Give me a hand—go to where I plant my trees and bring my handcart over.”
Old Fang’s pocket was like Doraemon’s treasure pouch, producing a roll of wide transparent tape. He sealed Bundy’s mouth and feet completely.
By the time he was done taping him up, the handcart had been brought over.
Then, the two of them hoisted Bundy onto the cart, pushing him like a load of cargo to where Old Fang usually planted his trees.
On the cart, Bundy’s heart was pounding with anxiety.
He had no idea what he was about to face.
He’d heard something from this guy called Old Fang about being used for a Human Tree. He understood the words individually, but together, they meant nothing to him.
When they reached the destination, he was kicked off the cart by Old Fang and Manager Wu Meiling, then booted straight into a large pit. Only then did it dawn on him—he was probably going to be buried alive.
“Ughhh ughhh”
He writhed like a maggot in the pit, thrashing wildly, his muffled cries even more desperate than a worm’s.
Terror and dread flooded his eyes—the fear of death itself.
He never imagined he’d end up in a place like Hua Country.
After all, the Alice Apartment in Hua Country was far weaker than the one in America. He’d thrived in the American Alice Apartment, so why couldn’t he make it here? Was it just bad luck with the environment?
No, no, it all came down to his rotten fate. Back in America, before he’d even entered the Alice Apartment and was caught, he’d been randomly spotted by a patrol cop who found him suspicious, along with some dubious ropes in his car, and arrested.
Now, after hiding here for two days, he’d gone out to grab takeout and been spotted by an old man—the very one who’d become the main cause of his capture.
Pure bad luck!
Bundy never looked for the fault in himself. If he hadn’t set his sights on Manager Wu Meiling back then, none of this would have happened over the past few days.
He’d also misjudged a key difference between the Hua Country and American Alice Apartments. At the American Alice Apartment, being a manager was a high-risk job—surviving even one round was a feat. But not in Hua Country. Here, if a manager didn’t stir up trouble, residents rarely targeted them.
Now, as shovelful after shovelful of dirt landed on him, Bundy struggled even more frantically to break free, but his mouth, hands, and feet were bound too tightly.
He could only stare up at the two people above the pit with pleading eyes.
But for them to let him off? That would be the real problem.
In the live stream room.
Watching Bundy get slowly buried.
The chat section had little discussion.
Even though Bundy was a world-famous deranged serial killer.
His performance was lackluster.
Of course, his opponents were no ordinary folks either. If not for Old Fang, he’d probably have kept hiding.
【Alright, counting today, two days left. Looking forward to the start of the special live stream!】
The Middle-aged Uncle typed.
The Ultimate Rich Kid: 【Yeah, but I’m a bit curious.】
【Last time, the special live stream used the apartment’s travel opportunity for Manager Xiao Zhang—he didn’t want to go, so he tricked Jiang Ran into going to Macedonia Island. What excuse this time?】
【After all, Jiang Ran didn’t come in through a contract.】
【Of course, I don’t know how much he knows about this apartment.】
Fairy Sister: 【Don’t worry, the apartment will find a way to drag him along. That’s not our concern. Trust the apartment.】
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With Bundy caught, Jiang Ran and the others went their separate ways—each to their own homes, each to their own people.
Jiang Ran returned to the management office of Building No. 1 and continued reading the erotic manga left by Manager Mao Li Zhishu.
He figured if Hua Country were like Cherry Blossom Country—legalizing this kind of explicit stuff—people in that business could rake in serious cash.
After all, even doing it on the sly could make a fortune.
Lust was the driving force.
Zhang Yao headed back to the apartment and went straight to Lei Xiaoman’s place.
After all, she was now his girlfriend.
Zeng Yan went to the garment factory where he worked, planning to put in a half day in the afternoon.
Idle hands always reminded him of his girlfriend’s betrayal.
As for Yang Qi, he ordered two cups of Snow King coffee and then headed to the rooftop of Building No. 2.
He kept a close eye on the entrance of Alice Apartment.
A full two or three hours passed, and he didn’t see a single police car or officer show up.
At that, he just let out a low chuckle and downed several large gulps of coffee.
