Ning An's Wild Wish System

Ning An, following behind her, glanced at her speechlessly: "We’re all adults now, and they’ve been out of the joint, so they definitely know better than you how to handle situations."

"True." Zhao Yamei’s panic gradually subsided, and she realized he had a point.

Quickly, they arrived downstairs, and after Zhao Yamei did some brief thinking, she led Ning An upstairs.

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

It wasn’t because of anything else, but that crazy neighbor was really outrageous, once posting photoshopped images of Zhao Yamei all over the neighborhood.

He even brazenly said that if anyone ever made him unhappy, he’d make sure they were unhappy too.

Effortlessly, the two reached Zhao Yamei’s floor.

"Uh... what’s that smell?"

Ning An had just stepped out of the elevator and was hit by a nauseating stench.

The smell was a complex mix of sweat, foot odor, dust, and many unidentifiable odors combined together.

Even covering the mouth and nose was useless; the smell was overwhelmingly strong.

Faced with this unpleasantness, Ning An still followed Zhao Yamei inside.

But just as they entered, a knocking sound resonated, accompanied by a sleazy and disgusting laugh.

Looking through the peephole, they saw a skinny man wearing only a pair of Doraemon boxers, with messy hair, scratching himself below while laughing perversely.

"Little sis, why didn’t you tell your neighbor when you came home? As the saying goes, distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors, especially since we’re literally next door."

"Come out, let big brother get to know you well, so we can take care of each other in the future."

Zhao Yamei, not to mention Ning An, who was merely a spectator, couldn’t help but frown.

And the chatroom viewers were even more furious, wishing they could punch him to death.

"I’ll take care of your mother! Disgusting neighbor, and the police can’t do anything!"

"If someone has a decent job and a respectable persona, they don’t need the police—their moral compass would restrain them. But now he seems just like a hooligan, a rogue, a troublemaker—what can be done?"

"So damn disgusting! When his mother gave birth to him, why didn’t she just stomp him to death then!"

"If only his mom were a reckless sister, she could’ve just suffocated him in the toilet, getting rid of a major scourge!"

"..."

The tattooed muscular man snatched a kitchen knife from the kitchen, ready to charge out, but a sleazy old man stopped him.

"I’m seventy-five, I’ll sue him to death, let me go first."

He hadn’t taken two steps before Gloomy Younger Brother stopped him.

"I’m severely mentally ill; I can kill him without going to jail."

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

Outside the door, the sleazy man thought Zhao Yamei would hide as she had before, afraid to come out, and laughed even more sleazily.

He reached down to pull his boxers down, turned around, and with burning eyes, stared at the shoe cabinet by the door, leering at a pair of white sneakers, as his little thing started to grow.

But before it could fully grow, Gloomy Younger Brother opened the door and directly grabbed it.

He even shook it up and down twice.

"Hello, I think you’re very right, distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors, we can really get to know each other."

The sleazy man was dumbfounded, and before his little toothpick could fully grow, it shriveled back with even greater speed, and was instantly withdrawn.

The sleazy man pulled up his big shorts in disbelief, hastily retreating home with a bit of a stumble: "Screw your mother! Where did the psycho come from, damn it!"

Gloomy Younger Brother wiped his hands with tissue seriously and said earnestly, "I think your behavior is very uncivilized, where I’m from, you’d be prosecuted."

The sleazy man’s scalp tingled, his behind chilled: "Prosecute your mother, you’ll be prosecuted, not me!"

Gloomy Younger Brother remained polite: "I’ll warn you, don’t involve parents when swearing, it’s basic human decency."

"Screw your mom! You crazy bastard!"

The sleazy man was completely enraged, disoriented, desperately wanting to get inside and calm down his stimulated mood.

Upon hearing this, Gloomy Younger Brother shook his head, turned to the living room, opened a suitcase, and took out a pair of white gloves before heading to the restroom to start dismantling the drainpipe.

In no time, the restroom’s drainpipe was pried open, and he used the gloves to stir inside, soon covering his hands in sticky, dark stuff.

Then, he left the living room and went outside to the door, glancing at the yet-to-enter sleazy man, chuckled sinisterly, and approached quickly.

Looking at the indescribable filth on his hands, the sleazy man, both angry and terrified, kicked out: "Screw your mom! You pervert, stay away from me, oh..."

However, his kick missed, lost his balance, and fell forward.

The timing was just right; the sleazy man’s face landed directly on Gloomy Younger Brother’s hand.

He was devastated, heartbroken, vomiting, desperately trying to free himself.

Gloomy Younger Brother, however, remained polite, thinking he was just enjoying it too much, smearing filth on his face with one hand while pressing his neck with the other to restrict his movement.

"No worries, no worries, if this isn’t enough, I’ll make more for you later."

The sleazy man finally broke free, his face covered in black-brown filth, shouting desperately but as soon as he opened his mouth, the pungent stench rushed down his throat, causing him to vomit immediately.

Before the sleazy man could fully escape, his door burst open.

The sleazy man had a wife, who was likewise a delinquent, a thug.

She was like a sewer rat, with a twisted mindset, unable to stand others doing well.

Ever since moving here, she immediately harbored hatred for the opposite Zhao Yamei.

The reason was simple; compared to her, the sewer rat, Zhao Yamei opposite was like the moon in the sky in terms of appearance, temperament, and work.

She was envious, jealous, full of envy; her greatest wish was to cast this moon into the dirt, satisfying her rat-like dark psyche.

Her man took Zhao Yamei’s shoes to do unspeakable things, frantically rushed at her photos, and even made deepfake images and videos; she pretended not to know and even encouraged it.

What she wanted was simple, to drag this woman there with her, no!

Even lower than her, reduced to a slut shared by thousands, ridden by all!

Hence, she merely watched and didn’t voice against the sleazy man’s acts just now.

But when the sleazy man got humiliated, she finally couldn’t bear it.

"You psycho! Get out immediately, or I’ll call the police!"

Upon hearing this, Gloomy Younger Brother politely redirected his filthy hand towards her, happily saying: "You like my sweet little treats as well? Great!"

With that said, he turned around, went back to the restroom, and again soaked his gloves in filth.

Afterwards, he generously cradled the woman’s face in his hands so she too could savor the feeling of being coated in blissful treats.

"Is this enough? If not, I’ll make more for you soon; judging by your excited look, it seems like you’ve not had enough good stuff with your husband, how pitiful."

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

Until the sleazy man caught on and pulled her away.

With their faces covered in filth, the two were resentful but didn’t dare speak out, fearing they’d eat a mouthful of filth if they did.

Crazily they rushed inside, slammed the door behind them, locking it, as the woman hysterically rushed to the restroom, and the man bore the nauseating stench, calling the police.

The police showed up quickly, arriving swiftly and resolving the matter promptly.

Gloomy Younger Brother hadn’t hit anyone, hadn’t damaged property, hadn’t cursed.

Most importantly, he had documents proving severe mental illness!!!

With the proof endorsed by the intermediate court!!!

With these layers of protection, not even a king could touch him.

"Officer, is... is this concluded?"

Witnessing the police about to leave, the sleazy man was overwhelmed, breaking down and asking.

The officer turned, queried mysteriously:

"If it’s not concluded, what more can we do? He has more layers of protection than you do."

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

"If you’re not good enough, practice more."