Ning An's Wild Wish System

Following behind her, Ning An glanced at her speechlessly: "We’re all adults now, and they just came out of the cell, so they definitely know better than you how to handle people."

"That’s true." Zhao Yamei calmed down gradually, thinking it indeed made sense.

Soon, the two came downstairs, and after Zhao Yamei gave Ning An a brief pep talk, they headed upstairs together.

Along the way, many people in the neighborhood secretly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.

It wasn’t for anything else, but that crazy neighbor was truly outrageous, once plastering the neighborhood with photoshopped pictures of Zhao Yamei’s face.

He even brazenly said if anyone dared upset him again, he’d make life miserable for whomever crossed him.

Smoothly, the two arrived on Zhao Yamei’s floor.

"Uh... What’s this smell?"

Stepping out of the elevator, Ning An was hit by a nauseating stench.

The scent was complex—body odor, foot smell, dust—and mixed with several unidentifiable aromas.

Even covering one’s mouth and nose did not help; the stench was too overpowering.

Bearing this foul smell, Ning An still followed Zhao Yamei as they rushed inside,

but just as they entered, there was a knocking on the door accompanied by cowardly and disgusting laughter.

Looking through the peephole, they saw a gaunt man, wearing only Doraemon boxer shorts and with messy hair, scratching himself below while laughing perversely.

"Little sister, how come you didn’t say hello to your neighbor when you got home? You know what they say, distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors, and besides, we’re right across the hall."

"Come out and let your brother get to know you well so we can look out for each other from now on."

Not just Zhao Yamei, even Ning An, the bystander, couldn’t help but frown.

The chatroom viewers were boiling with anger, wishing they could beat him until not even his parents could recognize him.

"I’ll take care of your parents! Disgusting neighbor, the police can’t even deal with this!"

"If someone has a legitimate career and decent public persona, they wouldn’t need police intervention as their moral bottom line would restrain them. But as it stands, he’s just a pure scoundrel, a rogue beyond any measure."

"How utterly disgusting! When his mother gave birth to him, why didn’t she just stomp him out!"

"If only his mother were like the spirited young women, she could just smother him with a wet cloth in the bathroom, eliminating a major pest!"

"..."

The tattooed strong man from the kitchen grabbed a kitchen knife to charge out but was stopped by the sleazy elder.

"I’m seventy-five, we can sue him till he’s penniless. Let me go first."

He hadn’t taken two steps before being blocked by Gloomy Younger Brother.

"I have a mental illness. Even if I disable him, I won’t go to jail."

Hearing this, Ning An trembled and adjusted the camera to the optimal angle.

Outside the room, the sleazy man thought Zhao Yamei was again hiding inside, not daring to come out, and immediately laughed even more nastily.

He directly pulled down his boxer shorts, turned sleazy, his gaze lustfully focusing on the shoe rack by the door, leering at a pair of little white shoes, his little fella gradually growing.

But before his little fella fully grew, Gloomy Younger Brother opened the door and grabbed onto it directly.

He even shook it up and down twice.

"Hello, I think what you said makes a lot of sense, that distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors. We can get to know each other well."

The sleazy man was dumbfounded, his little fella barely enlarged, shriveled back even faster, and was pulled back instantly.

The sleazy man hoisted up his boxer shorts, looking incredulously, panicking and fled home, stumbling: "What the hell! Where did a mental patient come from, this damned freak!"

Gloomy Younger Brother wiped his hand carefully with a tissue and then looked up seriously: "I think your behavior is quite uncivilized. In our place, it’s a cause for a public beating."

The sleazy man’s scalp tingled, his back cold with fear: "Beating your damn ass, your ass should be beat, yours should be beat!"

Gloomy Younger Brother remained polite: "I warn you, cursing shouldn’t involve parents, it’s a basic human decency."

"Screw your mom! You crazy nutjob!"

The sleazy man was completely blown up, falling into disarray, only thinking of entering his house quickly to calm his disturbed mood.

Hearing this, Gloomy Younger Brother shook his head, then turned to the living room, opened the suitcase, and took out a pair of white gloves, then headed to the toilet and started dismantling the sewer pipe.

In no time, he pried open the sewer pipe, fiddled inside with his gloved hand, and shortly emerged with hands covered in sticky black goo.

Afterward, he walked into the living room, outside the door, gazing at the sleazy man who hadn’t yet entered his house, chuckling eerily, and swiftly approached.

Seeing a hand full of indescribable filth, the sleazy man, angry and terrified, lashed out with a kick: "Screw your mother! You pervert, stay away, ugh..."

But the kick missed, his body unstable, lurching forward.

The timing was perfect, as the sleazy man’s face fell directly onto Gloomy Younger Brother’s palm.

He broke down, his heart shattered, vomiting uncontrollably, desperately trying to struggle free.

Gloomy Younger Brother, though remained courteous, only felt he was enjoying too much, as one hand smeared across his face and pressed firmly on his throat, restricting his movement.

"It’s okay, it’s okay. If this is not enough, I’ll make some more for you later."

The sleazy man finally struggled free, his face smeared with black-brown goo, furiously roaring, but upon opening his mouth, the pungent smell hit his throat, making him vomit.

The sleazy man hadn’t completely escaped when his house door opened abruptly.

The sleazy man had a wife, who was equally a female hooligan and a thug.

She was like a gutter rat, her mindset twisted, unable to bear others’ success.

Since moving here, she harbored animosity towards Zhao Yamei across the hall.

The reason was simple, compared to her, the gutter rat, Zhao Yamei from across the hall resembled the bright moon in terms of looks, temperament, and work.

She was envious, jealous, coveting, and most desired to drag this moon down to the dirt, satisfying her murky rat mindset.

Her husband would take Zhao Yamei’s shoes to do unspeakable things, manically assault her photos, even create swapped face photos and videos, she pretended ignorance, even adding fuel to the fire.

She wanted something simple, for this woman to become as debased—no!

Worse than her, to become a public whore, a disgrace!

So, the sleazy man’s actions earlier didn’t evoke any response from her.

Yet, upon seeing the sleazy man face humiliation, she finally couldn’t restrain herself.

"You mental patient! Get out quickly, or I’ll call the police to arrest you!"

Upon hearing this, Gloomy Younger Brother politely turned the goo-smeared hand towards her, delighting: "You like my little dessert too? Awesome!"

Saying this, he directly turned and walked into the bathroom, again smearing his gloves with the goo.

Finished, he generously cupped the woman’s face in his hands, letting her experience the feeling of being enveloped by this sweet dessert.

"Is it enough? If not, I’ll make some more for you later, seeing how excited you are, you probably haven’t tasted anything good with your husband, it truly is pitiful."

The woman struggled, but her strength was insufficient, she couldn’t break free.

Until the sleazy man reacted, pulling her to finally escape.

Both faces covered in goo, frightened yet muted, fearing opening their mouths would lead to eating more goo.

They stumbled into the house, lock the door, the woman dashed into the bathroom like a madman, while the man endured the overwhelming stench to call the police.

The police arrived quickly, solving the problem swiftly.

Gloomy Younger Brother did not harm anyone, damage any property, swear at anyone.

More importantly, he had a hospital-issued mental illness certificate!!!

On the certificate was the stamp of the Intermediate Court!!!

Under these multiple layers of protection, forget police, even the top authority had to steer clear.

"Officer, is... is this all over?"

Watching the police about to leave, the sleazy man couldn’t bear it, breaking down and questioned.

The police turned around, feigning confusion:

"If it’s not over, then what else can be done? The other party has more layers of protection than you."

Gloomy Younger Brother politely bowed to the police before grinning at the sleazy man:

"If you lack skills, practice more."