Chapter 18: Testing Each Other's Toughness
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As soon as the call was answered, a barrage of harsh curses came from the other side.
"You f**king looking for death? Who gave you the right to talk about me in the group?"
"Daring to provoke Chen Zhenghao, you little punk, looks like you don't want to live."
"I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay in this city, believe it or not?"
Chen Zhenghao was a notorious bully in Tianhai City, with a few hundred underlings. It was rumored that he had been involved in several manslaughter cases.
Living in the same neighborhood as him, all homeowners avoided him, fearing to provoke him. Chen Zhenghao's style was to make anyone who offended him pay a hefty price.
This was the so-called face of a social figure.
Therefore, even though Zhang Yi had merely mentioned him in the homeowners' group, Chen Zhenghao considered it a provocation.
On the phone, he cursed fiercely, "You're really seeking death! Quite good at running your mouth, huh? Talking about me in the group."
Zhang Yi, of course, wouldn't let him off the hook, sneering, "What kind of trash are you? Stop pretending here, a societal scum, a useless waste. Call me whatever you want, you're just a horse!"
Zhang Yi cursed freely, feeling particularly gratified. Towards the killer who had invaded his home and caused his death in his past life, he had been harboring a lot of resentment.
On the other end of the call, Chen Zhenghao didn't expect Zhang Yi to talk back!
Enraged, he continued with even more vulgar language.
Zhang Yi bluntly stated, "You're just a useless piece of trash, good at talking crap here, trying to scare who? Go eat s**t quickly!"
After cursing, Zhang Yi hung up the phone and promptly blocked him.
Blocking him after cursing, the thought of Chen Zhenghao raging on the other end made Zhang Yi feel particularly satisfied.
He walked to the TV, reaching out to turn on the surveillance camera.
When the Dragon Guard Security Company built his safe house, they installed cameras throughout the entire floor.
In fact, the entire building was under his surveillance now.
Zhang Yi looked towards the sixth floor where Chen Zhenghao lived, and soon, their door was aggressively pushed open.
Chen Zhenghao, wearing a down jacket and holding a baseball bat, walked out with a fierce demeanor.
However, as soon as he stepped outside, he immediately shivered from the cold.
It was more than minus seventy degrees outside, and he was only wearing a down jacket over his autumn clothes to show off his chest tattoo.
He even deliberately left the zipper open to reveal the tattoo on his chest.
But the freezing temperature taught him a lesson instantly.
Seeing no one around, Chen Zhenghao quickly rubbed his hands together, regretting his decision to open the zipper.
To display his might, he had only trapped himself here.
Observing left and right, Chen Zhenghao quickly rubbed his hands and hurriedly entered the elevator.
Zhang Yi, sitting on the sofa, calmly picked up a hand crossbow from under the coffee table.
This type of hand crossbow was used for hunting. Even a 300-kilogram wild boar, if hit, could have a 20-centimeter arrow penetrate directly into its flesh.
Humming a tune, Zhang Yi installed the arrow.
After practicing for some time, he had become quite proficient in using the crossbow.
Within 15 meters, if not a hundred percent accuracy, hitting a head the size of a watermelon was still quite certain.
The elevator kept going up, and Zhang Yi, holding a loaded crossbow, arrived at the door.
His massive security door had a shooting hole two meters high specifically designed for this purpose.
Zhang Yi stepped on a chair and opened the shooting hole from the inside.
Then he aimed the crossbow at the corridor outside.
For safety, Zhang Yi's pistol was also in his pocket.
Even if Chen Zhenghao was a tough guy, he wouldn't have a good time today.
After a while, the sound of the elevator came, and Chen Zhenghao, cursing, walked out from the elevator.
Through the homeowner group's notes, he easily found out Zhang Yi's residence.
Arriving at the door, he picked up the baseball bat and started cursing and smashing the door.
"Zhang Yi, you grandson, come out!"
"Damn, weren't you quite tough just now? Come out if you dare, let me see how I'll f**king deal with you!"
Cursing fiercely, Chen Zhenghao didn't notice that he was being targeted with a crossbow.
Zhang Yi, watching Chen Zhenghao's ferocious appearance, revealed a playful smile.
His crossbow aimed at Chen Zhenghao's head.
After thinking for a moment, he changed the target.
In this apocalyptic world, except for himself, most people in the building would probably end up dead.
Chen Zhenghao, as a thug, would be no exception.
Killing him now would be too dull!
After all, in his past life, he was devoured alive by these insane neighbors.
A mischievous smile appeared on Zhang Yi's face.
He wouldn't let this scum die so easily!
So, Zhang Yi changed the target.
With a subtle sound of breaking the air, a sharp arrow shot directly into Chen Zhenghao's leg.
The hunting arrow, capable of killing a wild boar, completely pierced through his calf!
Chen Zhenghao let out a miserable scream, collapsing on the ground, clutching his leg and howling.
In the extreme cold of minus seventy degrees, with a penetrating injury like that, Chen Zhenghao's leg was undoubtedly ruined.
And due to the lack of medical supplies, infection was inevitable.
Next, he would die in agony amid pain and cold.
In intense pain, Chen Zhenghao realized he had encountered a formidable and ruthless opponent!
In today's society, anyone daring to use a hand crossbow was not easy to deal with!
Terrified, Chen Zhenghao rolled back to the elevator, his cold sweat freezing rapidly in the temperature of minus seventy degrees.
However, his heart was colder than the air.
His leg, completely pierced by the crossbow arrow, bled profusely, staining half of his trousers red before freezing into ice.
Under the ultra-low temperature, his sense of pain wasn't so intense.
But this didn't make Chen Zhenghao feel relieved; instead, he was horrified.
He knew that under these conditions, if his leg didn't receive medical treatment, it would become useless in less than half an hour!
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