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

The two of them fought from the bed all the way to the floor.

You couldn’t tell that either of them had any real training.

All you could see was that they were going at it for real.

Both Jiang Ran and Jin Baiying had bloodied heads and bodies.

At first, Jin Baiying held the advantage thanks to the iron rod in his hand.

But later on, Jiang Ran snatched the iron rod away, and the advantage shifted to him.

Then later, the iron rod was knocked aside.

It became a bare-knuckle brawl.

Jin Baiying was, after all, the kind of person who relied on his brains—a high-functioning, antisocial personality, a deranged serial killer.

As for Jiang Ran’s current body, it had also been drilled by the full version of his main personality for a while.

So even though this version of Jin Baiying wasn’t the battle-worn, beggar-like Jin Baiying from back then,

he still couldn’t beat Jiang Ran. Now Jiang Ran had him pinned to the ground and was beating the hell out of him.

While pummeling him, Jiang Ran roared curses: “Fuck your mom! Fuck your mom!”

It wasn’t just Jiang Ran either. When Jin Baiying had been fighting him earlier, he’d been dropping F-bombs non-stop too.

Two Hua Country guys yelling insults at each other—the ones who suffered the most were their respective mothers.

It was always “fuck your mom” this and “fuck your mom” that.

For some reason, there was no “fuck your dad.”

Seeing that he had the upper hand and Jin Baiying was curled up on the ground getting thrashed,

Jiang Ran decided to pause for a moment. He’d tie the guy up and then hand him over to the police.

But right at that moment—

A furious roar suddenly erupted from behind him!

“Go to hell!”

A young man appeared behind him, gripping an adjustable wrench.

He brought it down with a brutal smash right on top of Jiang Ran’s head.

Struck from behind, Jiang Ran, still straddling Jin Baiying, twisted his head back with a fierce, demonic grimace.

He shot a vicious glare at the sneak attacker, then collapsed to the side and passed out.

With the weight gone, Jin Baiying, who had been curled up on the floor, finally propped himself up with his hands and managed to sit up.

Once seated, he yelled at the young man who had attacked Jiang Ran:

“Fuck your mom, Zhao Jue! I was almost beaten to death by him, and you only just now came out to help me?”

The guy who had snuck up from behind was indeed Zhao Jue.

Jin Baiying and Zhao Jue had followed the young woman’s orders over the phone.

They had delivered Derby’s body to her.

Then she told them to go back to their own rooms and await further instructions.

But after they returned to their rooms, they thought it over and grew more and more dissatisfied.

In the end, they decided to defy that order.

They hid in Room 507, lying in wait for Jiang Ran.

They couldn’t wait any longer.

So when Jiang Ran came back and ran into Jin Baiying, that’s exactly what happened.

Of course, Jin Baiying going first was part of their plan.

One would go in first, while the other lurked in the back as a hidden ace.

But Jin Baiying had almost been beaten into a flickering ember before Zhao Jue finally stepped out.

“Hey, I was just training your endurance, you know!”

Zhao Jue chuckled, his face full of smiles, completely lacking the irritability and agitation from his manic depression days.

Sure enough, human happiness is always built on someone else’s suffering.

“Pfft—”

Jin Baiying turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After spitting, he struggled to crawl over to Jiang Ran.

“I hope this guy isn’t dead. If he dies, that’d be too easy on him.”

Jin Baiying had no intention of killing Jiang Ran so easily.

You could tell from the way he’d used the iron rod to choke Jiang Ran on the bed earlier.

Jiang Ran’s tactic of clawing at his face and nostrils had worked, but it was also Jin Baiying letting himself be pushed down.

Of course, even if Jiang Ran had still been firmly pinned, Jin Baiying only planned to knock him out, not kill him.

He reached out to check Jiang Ran’s breathing and found it was still steady.

“Figured he wasn’t dead.”

Jin Baiying had a deep appreciation for Jiang Ran’s tenacious vitality.

After all, back then, a fire extinguisher dropped from a height and a big sledgehammer behind a door

hadn’t been enough to kill Jiang Ran. So a single blow to the head probably wouldn’t finish him either.

“So, what’s your plan for getting back at Jiang Ran?”

Zhao Jue turned to look at Jin Baiying, who was sitting on the floor. Jin Baiying shot back, “What about you?”

Zhao Jue replied, “All I wanted was for him to die. Hell, even if he didn’t die, getting the crap beaten out of him by me would have been enough. Now… I’ve already gotten what I wanted. I’m not obsessed with him anymore.”

“And the person I really want to kill is that guy who helped him back then.”

That person was Yang Qi.

Jin Baiying said, “Alright. Since your revenge is over, mine is just about to begin.”

“But before that, I need to catch my breath and rest a bit.”

With that, he lay down on the cold floor,

closed his eyes, spread his arms and legs into a big “X” shape,

and breathed heavily.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jue sat on Derby’s bed, pulled out his phone, and started playing with it.

Not even three minutes passed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of Room 507.

Zhao Jue immediately went on high alert.

So did Jin Baiying, who struggled to sit up, his eyes locked onto the door.

Then the knocking stopped.

A woman’s voice came from outside: “Sir, hello. I’m a server at this hotel. You’ve been making too much noise in your room, and other guests have complained. Please keep it down. (German)”

After that, footsteps faded away as she left.

Once she was gone,

the two of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

It didn’t seem like anything serious.

“Hey, Jin Baiying, what did that woman outside say?”

Zhao Jue didn’t understand German and hadn’t caught a word.

Jin Baiying said, “She said she likes you and wants to have your babies.”

“Fuck off!”

Zhao Jue grabbed the white pillow from Derby’s bed and hurled it at Jin Baiying.

Jin Baiying let out a chuckle, caught the pillow, and said,

“Perfect. The floor was too hard for me anyway.”

So the two of them went back to their own business.

One rested, the other played on his phone.

This time, about ten minutes passed.

There was another knock on the door of Room 507.

Once again, Jin Baiying and Zhao Jue’s alertness shot through the roof.

After the knock, a man’s voice came from outside: “Jiang Ran, are you asleep? It’s Bai Xiaoliang, Dr. Bai.”

Jin Baiying and Zhao Jue exchanged a glance.

Jin Baiying made a “shush” gesture at Zhao Jue, signaling him to stay quiet.

They’d pretend Jiang Ran had already fallen asleep.

The tactic worked.

Bai Xiaoliang knocked a few times with no response, then left.

“Who’s this Bai Xiaoliang guy? Sounded like he’s from Hua Country too, from his accent?”

Zhao Jue asked Jin Baiying after Bai Xiaoliang had gone.

Jin Baiying replied impatiently, “He’s your dad. Got it?”

Zhao Jue cursed, “Fuck your mom. If you were anyone else, I’d have been on you beating your ass by now.”

Jin Baiying rolled his eyes dramatically, then lay back down.

Time quickly passed to 9:30 at night.

Zhao Jue suddenly spoke up, “Damn, why’s that little bitch calling me?”

Jin Baiying, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

That “little bitch” was the woman from the phone call earlier that day.

Of course, she was also the young waitress from the breakfast shop where Jiang Ran had eaten.

Her name was Liu Baobao.