Ning An's Wild Wish System

Following behind her, Ning An glanced at her speechlessly: "We’re all adults here. They’re fresh out of the slammer, they’d definitely know better how to handle people than you do."

"True." Zhao Yamei’s panic slowly subsided as she realized the truth in his words.

Soon, the two of them reached the ground floor. After a brief mental preparation, Zhao Yamei led Ning An upstairs.

Along the way, quite a few people in the community discreetly watched Zhao Yamei and Ning An.

It wasn’t because of anything else, but that insane neighbor was just too outrageous, once plastering portraits of Zhao Yamei all over the community.

He even brazenly declared that if anyone crossed him again, he’d make sure they had a bad time.

The two reached Zhao Yamei’s floor smoothly.

"Uh... what’s that smell?"

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

The smell was a complex mix of sweat, foot odor, dust, and other unidentifiable scents all mingled together.

Even covering his nose and mouth was futile; the odor was just too overpowering.

Despite the malevolent air, Ning An continued to follow Zhao Yamei inside discreetly,

but just as they entered, they heard a knock on the door, accompanied by a sleazy laugh.

Looking through the peephole, they saw a lean man wearing only a Doraemon boxer, his hair a tangled mess, using a glove to cover parts, grinning perversely.

"Hey little sis, how come you didn’t greet your neighbor coming home? Like they say, distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors, and we’re right across the hall."

"Come on out, let your bro get to know you better so we can look after each other, ya know?"

Even Ning An, as an onlooker, couldn’t help but frown alongside Zhao Yamei.

Meanwhile, the viewers in the livestream were seething with rage, itching to beat the guy to death.

"Screw your mother! Disgusting neighbor, and the police can’t even do anything!"

"If he had a decent job, a respectable persona, the police wouldn’t have to step in; his morals would restrain him, but damn, he’s just a shameless thug, what can you do with a hard nut like that?"

"Disgusting as fuck! Why didn’t his mom stomp him to death when she birthed him!"

"If only his mom were a mentally unstable lass, she could’ve smothered him in the toilet, what a pest removed!"

"..."

A tattooed beefy guy grabbed a kitchen knife ready to charge out, but was stopped by a sleazy old man.

"I’m seventy-five, I could fall and die on him, let me go first."

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

"I’m severely mentally ill, I could kill him and not go to jail."

Ning An perked up at hearing this, focusing the camera on the best angle.

The sleazy guy outside the door thought Zhao Yamei was hiding out in fear again, so he laughed even lewder.

He directly pulled down his boxers, perversely turned his attention, eyes hotly fixed on the shoe cabinet by the door, watching a pair of small white shoes and slowly enlarging his little winky.

But before his little winky could fully inflate, Gloomy Younger Brother opened the door and grabbed it.

He even gave it a couple of shakes up and down.

"Hello, I think your logic is sound; distant relatives aren’t as close as neighbors, let’s get to know each other well."

The sleazy man was dumbfounded, his little toothpick hadn’t even gotten big before deflating faster than ever, instantly retracting.

The sleazy guy pulled up his boxers, face incredulous, hastily stumbled home, his steps awkward: "Holy shit! Where did this lunatic come from, dammit!"

Gloomy Younger Brother seriously wiped his hands with tissues, lifting his head, speaking seriously: "I think your actions are highly uncivilized, in our place, you’d be raped."

The sleazy man felt a chill down his spine, even a breeze at his rear: "Rape your ass, you got raped, you’re the one who got raped!"

Gloomy Younger Brother remained polite: "I must warn you, it’s the most basic decency not to involve one’s parents when cursing."

"Screw your mother! You crazy psycho!"

The sleazy man completely lost it, his mind in chaos, wanting only to get indoors quick to calm his shaken mood.

Hearing this, Gloomy Younger Brother shook his head, then turned back to the living room, opened his suitcase, took out white gloves, and headed to the bathroom, starting to dismantle the plumbing.

In no time, he had pried open the bathroom plumbing, using his gloved hand to stir inside, and soon pulled out a hand coated in sticky, dark sludge.

Then, he walked out to the living room, approached the front door, and seeing the sleazy man still outside, gave a sinister laugh, striding close.

Seeing the indescribable filth in his hand, the sleazy man was angry and fearful, directly kicking out: "Screw your mother! You pervert, stay away, ugh..."

But his kick missed, and he lost balance, tipping forward.

The timing was just right, as the sleazy man’s face collided straight into Gloomy Younger Brother’s hand.

He was devastated, heartbroken, retching, desperately trying to escape.

Gloomy Younger Brother was very polite, only thinking the guy was enjoying himself too much, smearing one hand on his face, pressing his neck with the other to restrict his movements.

"No problem, if it’s not enough, I can make more in a bit."

The sleazy man eventually broke free, his face covered in blackish-brown sludge, angrily roaring, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the stench shot straight down his throat, making him vomit right away.

Before the sleazy man could fully escape, his door opened wide.

The sleazy guy had a wife, who was also a female hoodlum, a troublemaker.

She was like a sewer rat, with a twisted mindset, unable to stand others’ happiness.

Since moving here, she had harbored instant hatred for the opposite-door Zhao Yamei.

The reason was simple: compared to a gutter rat like her, Zhao Yamei was like the bright moon above in terms of looks, demeanor, and job.

She envied, resented, was jealous; what she most wanted was to drag this moon down to the dust to satisfy her murky rat’s jealousy.

Whenever her husband stole Zhao Yamei’s shoes for indescribable acts or watched her photos in a frenzy, even made face-swapped photos and videos, she’d pretend ignorance, even aiding him.

What she wanted was simple, for that woman to become just as lowly, no!

Even lower than her, to become a wretch for a thousand to ride and a million to hump!

Thus, she only watched her husband being humiliated, without intervening.

But when he got schooled, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

"You maniac! Get out of here now, or I’ll call the cops!"

Hearing this, Gloomy Younger Brother politely shifted his sludge-smearing hand towards her, happily said: "You like my little dessert too? Oh yay!"

Saying so, he turned into the bathroom, re-dipping his gloves in sludge.

Once done, he generously held her face tenderly in his hands, letting her also feel the love of a sweet wrapping.

"Is that enough? If not, I can make more later; seeing how excited you look, maybe you’ve not had anything good following your husband, really pitiful."

The woman struggled, but not hard enough to get up.

Until the sleazy guy reacted, finally dragging her free.

The two stood with faces full of sludge, seething but unable to speak, lest they ate it.

Fumbling into their home, locking the door, the woman dashed to the bathroom hysterically, while the man endured the nauseating stench to dial the police.

The police arrived swiftly, resolving the issue even quicker.

Gloomy Younger Brother neither assaulted anyone nor destroyed property nor cursed.

Crucially, he had a certificate of severe mental illness!!!

Complete with a stamp from a middle court!!!

With these layers of protection, not even the supreme ruler could maneuver easily.

"Officer, is... is that it?"

Seeing the police about to leave, the sleazy guy couldn’t take it, his mind collapsing as he asked.

The officer turned, asking in mock confusion:

"What can we do? He’s covered better than you with legal protections."

Gloomy Younger Brother politely bowed to the officer, then turned to the sleazy guy with a smile:

"Weak, just need more practice."