Ning An's Wild Wish System

Ning An, who was following behind her, glanced at her speechlessly, "We’re all adults here, and they actually came out of the lockup. They definitely know better than you how to deal with people."

"That’s true." Zhao Yamei’s flustered mind gradually calmed down, realizing this logic.

Soon, the two of them reached downstairs. Zhao Yamei gave a quick pep talk, then led Ning An upwards.

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

It’s not for anything else but because that deranged neighbor was just too outrageous, having once plastered portraits of Zhao Yamei all over the neighborhood.

He even brazenly declared that if anyone upset him again, he would make those who upset him unhappy.

Smoothly, the two of them reached the floor where Zhao Yamei lived.

"Uh... what’s that smell?"

As soon as Ning An stepped out of the elevator, she caught a nauseating stench.

The odor was complex, a mixture of sweat, foot odor, dust, and several unidentifiable smells intertwined.

Even covering her mouth and nose was to no avail; the stench was too overpowering.

Despite braving this unpleasant atmosphere, Ning An still followed Zhao Yamei as they rushed in,

but as soon as they got through the door, they heard a series of knocks accompanied by some sleazy laughter.

Through the peephole, they saw a scrawny man wearing nothing but oversized shorts, his hair a mess, with a perverse grin, using gloves to cover his private parts.

"Little girl, why didn’t you tell your neighbor when you came home? As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and even more so since we’re right across from each other."

"Come out and let your brother get to know you well, so we can look out for each other in the future, right?"

Even Ning An, being just an observer, couldn’t help but frown.

The live-stream audience was furious, yearning to beat him to death.

"I take care of your mother! Disgusting neighbor, how dare the police not handle this!"

"If he had a decent job and respectable persona, the police wouldn’t need to intervene. His moral boundaries would restrain him. But as it stands, he’s just a ruffian, so what can you do with a scoundrel?"

"So fucking disgusting! Why didn’t his mother just stomp him to death when he was born!"

"If only his mother was some street-smart gal, smothering him in the bathroom, what a relief it would have been!"

"..."

A burly man with tattooed arms grabbed a kitchen knife and was about to rush out when the sleazy old man stopped him.

"I’m seventy-five, I could crush him with a false claim, let me go first."

He didn’t take more than two steps before being stopped by the Gloomy Younger Brother.

"I have severe mental illness, I could kill him and not go to jail."

Ning An perked up at this, adjusting the camera to the best angle.

Outside the door, the sleazy man assumed Zhao Yamei was hiding as she did before, not daring to come out, and laughed even more sleazily.

He reached and pulled down his shorts, turned around with a lecherous gaze fixed on the shoe rack by the entrance.

The Gloomy Younger Brother opened the door.

"Hello, I think you make a very valid point, distant relatives indeed can’t compare to close neighbors. We should really get to know each other well."

The sleazy man was dumbfounded.

He hurriedly pulled up his oversized shorts, disbelief painted across his face, stumbled back toward his home in a panic, "What the fuck! Where did this lunatic come from, his mother’s ass!"

The Gloomy Younger Brother seriously replied, "I find your behavior extremely uncivilized. In our place, this would get you deflowered."

The sleazy man’s scalp tingled, and an icy wind swept his nether regions, "Deflower, my ass!"

The Gloomy Younger Brother remained polite, "Let me warn you, cursing shouldn’t involve parents, that’s a basic decency."

"Screw your mother! You damned lunatic!"

The sleazy man finally lost it, disoriented, only wanting to get inside his home to calm his agitated nerves.

At these words, the Gloomy Younger Brother shook his head, then turned to the living room, opened his suitcase, pulled out a pair of white gloves, and headed to the bathroom, starting to dismantle the drainpipe.

In a matter of seconds, he pried open the bathroom drain. With his white-gloved hands rummaging around, it didn’t take long to come up with a gooey, blackened substance.

He then stepped out into the living room, faced the sleazy man who hadn’t gone inside yet, giggled eerily, and advanced quickly.

Seeing a handfull of indescribable filth, the sleazy man was enraged and terrified, kicking out, "Fuck your mother! You freak, get away from me, ugh..."

But the kick missed, his unsteady body stumbled forward.

It was perfect timing, as the sleazy man’s face fell right onto the Gloomy Younger Brother’s hand.

He was devastated, heartbroken, retching, desperately trying to escape from the mess.

Yet the Gloomy Younger Brother was very polite.

"It’s alright, it’s alright, if this isn’t enough, I can make you some more later."

The sleazy man eventually wrenched himself free, his face covered in dark brown filth, frantically roaring, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the pungent stench went straight for his throat, causing him to vomit immediately.

Before he could fully get away, his home door swung open.

The sleazy man’s wife was equally a rogue and bully.

She was like a rat in a gutter, twisted in mentality, unable to stand anyone living well.

Ever since moving here, she had deeply resented Zhao Yamei from across the street.

The reason was simple: compared to her, a gutter rat, Zhao Yamei from across the street was like the moon in the sky, in terms of looks, temperament, or career.

She was jealous, envious, and envious, and her deepest wish was to pull that moon into the dirt, to satisfy her grim psychology as a rat.

She allowed her husband to do unspeakable things with Zhao Yamei’s shoes, to create photos and videos with swapped faces, even egging it on.

Her desire was simple: for this woman to be like her, no!

To be even baser, to become a public target of shame!

Thus, when the sleazy man acted, she merely watched and didn’t speak.

But when the sleazy man suffered, she couldn’t hold back.

"You lunatic! Get out of here, or I’ll call the police!"

Upon hearing this, the Gloomy Younger Brother rotated his hand still smeared with filth to face her, exclaiming with delight, "Do you also like the little desserts I made? Hooray!"

Saying this, he turned back to the bathroom, once again covering his gloves with filth.

Afterward, he generously cradled the woman’s face in his hands, letting her experience the sensation of being enveloped by a blissful dessert.

"Is it enough to eat? If not, I can make you a little more on the spot, seeing how excited you are, you mustn’t have tasted anything good living with your husband, such a pity."

The woman struggled, but lacked the strength to break free.

Not until the sleazy man snapped to it did he manage to drag her out.

Both covered in filth, they were furious yet speechless, fearing that opening their mouths would result in a taste of filth.

They scrambled into their home, quickly locking the door, the woman running maniacally to the bathroom, while the man endured the nauseating stench to call the police.

The police arrived quickly and resolved the matter swiftly.

The Gloomy Younger Brother neither hit anyone, nor damaged property, nor hurled insults.

Most importantly, he had a certificate verifying his severe mental illness!!!

The certificate bore the stamp from the Provincial Intermediate Court!!!

With such multiple protections, even the king of heaven would need to make way, let alone the police.

"Officer, is... is this it?"

Seeing the police about to leave, the sleazy man couldn’t take it anymore, asking in mental collapse.

The officer turned around, feigning puzzlement as he asked:

"What more can be done? They’ve got two more layers of protection than you."

The Gloomy Younger Brother politely bowed to the officer, then smiled at the sleazy man:

"If you’re unskilled, practice more."