Ning An's Wild Wish System

"That’s definitely a proper landlord!"

Before even entering the door, the voice of a middle-aged man could be heard, somewhat hoarse and strained.

At the same time, there was the sound of chairs and tables shaking, as if the conversation inside was not going well.

When Zhao Yamei finally came in, the broker who had been holding onto the tenants tightly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, see, I’m not lying to you, the landlord is here."

The broker didn’t hesitate, directly pulling the man in front of him, causing Zhao Yamei to feel the world go dark as a shadow instantly covered her view.

Once she took a closer look at the figure, not only Zhao Yamei, but the friends watching the live stream, all felt things darken.

"What’s going on here? Cosplay? Are you sure this is a real tenant?"

"Eight feet tall, brawny, covered in tattoos, a fierce look, bald... this doesn’t look like a regular person at all!"

"What is this broker up to? Does he want out of this business line? Recommending this kind of tenant, he’ll do anything for money."

"..."

Ning An also carefully studied the person in front of him.

According to the system panel, this big guy should be the tattooed tough guy who had done time.

But strangely enough, no matter how Ning An looked, he couldn’t see this man as a dangerous criminal.

He even opened his Dharma Eye to peek at the tattooed tough guy’s Life Chart but couldn’t see any deep black, just maybe one or two grey lines.

"That’s strange."

While Ning An was pondering, the broker was enthusiastically introducing them.

"Miss Zhao, don’t be scared by his appearance, he’s actually a good person."

"Back in the day, his wife disappeared, and it was believed he killed her. He was locked up for 11 years, but recently it became clear his wife had actually run away, and he got released."

As the broker spoke, he also pulled over another gloomy younger brother.

"And this one, honestly he’s also a poor soul."

"He might look like this now, but years ago, he encountered a violent murder case, reported it, and was mistaken for the killer. It took nine years to clear his name."

The broker placed a hand on another person, a hunched old man.

"This is Zhao Zhuohai. He had an argument with villagers; later, a villager went missing, and he was suspected."

"Like the other two, he was also wronged, just with a worse experience than them."

The hunched old man swayed but didn’t lift his head, merely laughing hoarsely with an indescribably ironic tone:

"What’s miserable or not, it’s just a grand memory restoration, the state compensated in the end, ha ha."

The live stream viewers couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Damn! This broker seems to know something, the tenants he found seem unreliable, but somehow acceptable?"

"So these three are actually victims of wrongful convictions from back then?!"

"I don’t know about the old man, but I’ve heard of the tattooed tough guy and the gloomy younger brother’s cases. They were major stories."

"I heard that because they couldn’t solve the case or the real perpetrator was protected, these guys were wrongly accused."

"Isn’t it something? Later, when the people who handled the case got in trouble, their cases were reevaluated. If I remember correctly, the headlines were ’Justice may be delayed, but it will not disappear.’"

"Ha ha ha, delayed justice? That’s fooling ghosts!"

"Bro, in the eyes of those up top, aren’t we just ghosts?"

"..."

After introducing them, the broker sighed, "They were just ordinary people; they didn’t become like this by choice but because of circumstances."

Zhao Yamei, who was initially hesitant, immediately made up her mind.

Not only did she quickly sign the agreement, but she also generously waived the utilities.

She had just one request—

They move in immediately and help handle the erratic neighbor, to vent her frustrations!

...

These guys had just come out, so they didn’t have much luggage.

After signing the agreement, they directly took their few belongings to their new home.

"Little Daoist, do you think it will be effective when they move in?"

As Zhao Yamei looked at the nearby hotel, she mused.

She had never thought of renting out her house and staying in a hotel herself.

Nor did she expect to rent to three men, especially those who had done time.

Ning An watched the three disappear into the distance, already imagining a dramatic play in his mind, and replied with a smile, "To deal with ruffians, this is the best way. Soft ones fear the hard ones, hard ones fear the crazy ones, and crazy ones are afraid of those who don’t care about living."

Zhao Yamei pondered, "Right, although these men were innocent of their charges, they still came from prison."

"Even if they are good by nature, a few years in that environment might have changed them. They won’t kill my crazy neighbor, right?"

In her mind, Zhao Yamei was imagining the crazy neighbor coming to provoke them, leading to an argument with her three tenants, escalating to a confrontation.

"Probably not, they should know their limits."

"I just want them to teach him a lesson, they shouldn’t misunderstand my intentions, right?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Yamei hurried back home, feeling the need to explain the situation to them better.