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

It had to be a person’s doing.

That was what Jiang Ran thought.

“Could I have run into someone with racial discrimination?”

Back home, you’d hardly encounter racial discrimination.

Because everyone was from Hua Country. At worst, they discriminated against people from different provinces.

But abroad was different. Overseas, Asians seemed to have the lowest status.

Even lower than Black people.

Not only did White people discriminate against them, but Black people did too.

Jiang Ran wasn’t about to let this slide.

He might be kind, but he wasn’t going to get bullied like this.

“Who?! Step forward?!”

He shouted again toward the darkness behind him.

Still, no one stepped out.

Rubbing the back of his head, Jiang Ran seethed with anger.

Since the other party wouldn’t come out, it looked like he had no choice but to drop it.

So, he tossed the can in his hand into a trash bin by the roadside.

Then he turned around.

After turning and lifting his head.

His forward stride suddenly halted.

At the same time, so did his gaze.

His eyes, right now, were locked firmly onto a spot ahead of him.

That spot was about five or six meters in front of him.

Standing there was a person.

That person was wearing a hunter’s outfit, with an ugly leather mask over their face.

In their hands, a large black-and-red chainsaw. The whole look had an old-fashioned feel to it.

Under the glow of the streetlamp, in the chilly wind, it looked especially bone-chilling.

The moment he saw this person, Jiang Ran’s heart started pounding.

His breathing grew rapid.

At the same time, it felt like the temperature around him had plummeted.

What’s more, Jiang Ran’s mind was flooded with a Danger Warning from the system—a full-score warning that rarely appeared:

[Ding! Dangerous person detected! Points +10! Points +10!]

[Ding! Detected that the host is about to encounter danger! Please move away as soon as possible!!! Points +15! Points +15!!! Points +…]

When the first warning sounded, Jiang Ran didn’t move.

But when the second Danger Warning came.

Jiang Ran instantly spun around and bolted.

Nothing more—this second warning of this kind usually meant that the danger-marked person had developed killing intent toward you and was already preparing to strike.

Sure enough.

The moment Jiang Ran turned, the person dressed as a chainsaw murderer had already yanked the cord on the black-and-red chainsaw and was charging after him.

“Help! Help!”

“Help!!!!”

“Help me!!!!!”

“SOS!!!!”

While running, Jiang Ran activated a skill: Shouting for Help.

Once this skill was unleashed, it would randomly summon a number of rescuers, varying in count, to come to his aid.

It had clear advantages, and equally clear disadvantages.

The downside was that it might summon no one at all to save your life.

And that was exactly Jiang Ran’s situation right now. He’d shouted countless times, but not a single rescuer had shown up.

…

Inside a room at the 25 Hours Hotel.

In this room were two young White men, each with a laptop.

They also had mice and external keyboards.

The sound of keyboards clacking filled the room.

The same went for mouse clicks.

The two were none other than A and Y, two of the three lab rats from Maple Country Alice Apartment.

As for S, after the honey trap incident, he’d come back once, then gone out again.

If you wanted him to stay quietly in his room, there’d better be a beautiful woman in there with him.

A and Y, at the moment, were Duo Queuing in a game.

They were playing PUBG, which had exploded in popularity a few years back.

The two were in the middle of a heated firefight with another squad when they suddenly heard high-pitched shouting breaking the silent outside.

At first, they just thought some jerk was yelling nonsense.

But then, distracted by the shouting, they got shot and killed in the game. Only then did they put down their mice and keyboards and head to the small balcony of their room to look for whoever was making the racket.

Maybe it was because all their focus was on this.

They could now hear clearly—it wasn’t random yelling. It was someone shouting for help.

The sound grew clearer.

And closer.

Then, the two saw an Asian face, a person of East Asian descent, frantically fleeing from the street. As he ran, he shouted for help in multiple languages.

They were a bit curious. What was chasing him? Or what kind of danger had he run into?

Soon, they got their answer.

They saw someone holding a chainsaw, dressed like a chainsaw murderer, chasing that Asian person.

A looked down for a long moment, then said, “Is this guy like us, or just an ordinary person?”

Y stopped watching, turned around, and said, “None of our business. Come on, let’s keep playing.”

…

Jiang Ran sure could run. He’d been pushed to unlock his hidden potential.

And he’d actually made it safely back to the 25 Hours Hotel where he was staying.

The moment he got back, he bolted through the hotel’s front door, tripped, and fell flat on his face.

He landed in a clumsy heap.

“Safe, I’m safe!”

After crashing face-first to the ground, he finally relaxed, because.

He didn’t believe that the chainsaw murderer would actually follow him in and kill him in a place like this.

Especially since he no longer heard the buzzing of the chainsaw. That put him even more at ease.

“Jiang Ran?”

Just then, a man’s voice came from Jiang Ran’s left.

Still lying on the ground, Jiang Ran didn’t have time to get up. He turned his head to the left and saw Bai Xiaoliang, whom he’d met just today.

Oh, and it wasn’t just Bai Xiaoliang.

There were quite a few people around Bai Xiaoliang.

There were White people, Black people.

And someone he seemed to recognize… a doctor named Lucas?

Not knowing what had happened, Bai Xiaoliang first helped Jiang Ran to his feet.

Then he asked, “Jiang Ran, why are you in such a hurry? What’s going on?”

“Outside, outside there’s a chainsaw murderer! He was chasing me with the chainsaw!”

Jiang Ran, still out of breath, hands on his hips and bent over, gasped out.

“Chainsaw… murderer?!”

Bai Xiaoliang turned his head but didn’t see any chainsaw murderer outside the hotel.

He pressed his face against the hotel’s glass door to look out, but still didn’t seem to see any chainsaw murderer. In fact, there wasn’t even a shadow of a person.

“No, I don’t see anyone.”

Bai Xiaoliang turned back and replied.

Jiang Ran panted, “He must not have dared to come in.”

“Oh, right, Dr. Bai, why are you here?”

Bai Xiaoliang said, “My teacher and I, along with the other senior and junior brothers, are all staying at this hotel.”

“Oh, that’s right, Jiang Ran. Chief Pete of Aisen Town is here too. Do you want to tell him about your situation?”

He pointed to a sturdy-looking White man in his fifties.

Jiang Ran glanced at Chief Pete, then said to Bai Xiaoliang, “I don’t know English or German. I’ll need a phone translator.”

Bai Xiaoliang told Jiang Ran to say it once, and he would translate.

So, Jiang Ran recounted everything from the end of the onboarding training at eight-something, getting hit by a beer can, and then encountering the chainsaw murderer.

When he finished.

Bai Xiaoliang translated for Chief Pete.