Apocalyptic Rebirth

18.Who is afraid of playing hard

As the call was answered, a torrent of fierce curses poured forth from the other end.

"You damn idiot! Are you looking for trouble? Who gave you the right to mention me in the group chat?"

"Daring to provoke me, Chen Zhenghao, it seems like you don't want to live."

"I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay in this city, do you believe me?"

Chen Zhenghao was a notorious bully in Tianhai City, rumored to have hundreds of underlings, and had allegedly been involved in several fatal altercations.

Living in the same community as him, all the homeowners kept their distance, fearing to provoke him.

To establish his dominance, Chen Zhenghao's modus operandi was to exact a heavy price from anyone who dared offend him, no matter how slight the transgression.

This was what they called maintaining one's reputation in society.

So, even when Zhang Yi merely mentioned him in the homeowners' group chat, Chen Zhenghao still considered it a provocation.

On the other end of the phone, he lashed out, "Are you really seeking death? You're quite the chatterbox. If you have the guts, confront me face-to-face instead of gossiping behind my back."

Zhang Yi wasn't about to take his abuse lying down and sneered, "What are you, a scoundrel, trying to act tough here?"

"Don't play games with me. You're nothing but a societal trash, utterly useless. If you're a horse, then neigh!"

With gusto, Zhang Yi unleashed a torrent of insults, feeling particularly satisfied.

For the murderer who had invaded his home in a past life, leading to his demise, he had bottled up a great deal of resentment.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Zhenghao was taken aback that Zhang Yi dared to talk back.

He seethed with rage, hurling even more vitriolic insults.

Zhang Yi said flatly, "You're just a useless piece of trash, good for nothing but running your mouth here. Who are you trying to intimidate? Go eat sh*t!"

After cursing, Zhang Yi promptly hung up and blocked Chen Zhenghao's number.

Blocking the number after the exchange brought Zhang Yi immense satisfaction, imagining Chen Zhenghao fuming in anger.

Zhang Yi walked over to the television, reaching to activate the surveillance cameras.

When the Dragon Security Company had constructed his safehouse, they had installed cameras throughout the entire floor.

In essence, he had eyes on the entire building.

Zhang Yi focused on the sixth floor, where Chen Zhenghao resided, and indeed, before long, Chen Zhenghao's door was forcefully shoved open.

Dressed in a down jacket and wielding a baseball bat, Chen Zhenghao emerged with an air of aggression.

However, as soon as he stepped outside, he shivered involuntarily.

The temperature was well below negative seventy degrees Celsius, but to maintain appearances, he had worn only a thin layer under the down jacket. He even left the zipper open to display his chest tattoo. The icy cold immediately taught him a harsh lesson.

Seeing no one around, Chen Zhenghao hastily rubbed his hands together, eager to return to the elevator.

Zhang Yi, sitting on the sofa, calmly retrieved a crossbow from under the coffee table.

This type of crossbow was typically used for hunting. Even if it were fired at a 300-kilogram wild boar, a 20-centimeter arrow would penetrate directly into its flesh.

As he hummed a tune, Zhang Yi loaded an arrow. After weeks of practice, he had become proficient in handling the crossbow.

Within a 15-meter range, he could hit a target the size of a watermelon without missing.

The elevator continued to ascend, and Zhang Yi, with an arrow ready, reached the entrance.

His fortified security door had a special firing hole positioned about two meters above the ground, accessible only from the inside.

Zhang Yi stood on a chair, opened the firing hole, and took aim at the corridor outside.

For safety, his handgun remained concealed in his pocket. Even if this Chen Zhenghao were exceptionally resilient, he wouldn't have a good day coming here.

Zhang Yi, humming along, approached the entrance.

He aimed the crossbow at Chen Zhenghao's head. However, after a brief moment of contemplation, he changed his target.

In this apocalyptic world, almost everyone in the building, except for him, would likely meet a grim end. Chen Zhenghao was no exception.

Zhang Yi decided to let him live a little longer. After all, he wasn't a monster!

Once Chen Zhenghao retreated to the elevator, trembling with cold and his sweat freezing, his heart was colder than the frigid air.

The ruthless attack he had just experienced made him acutely aware of the unadulterated murderous intent.

In this society, those who dared use a crossbow on others were not to be trifled with.

Trembling in fear, Chen Zhenghao, clutching his injured leg, barely managed to return to the elevator.

Zhang Yi chose not to continue his assault. His reason was simple: he wanted Chen Zhenghao to suffer a while longer.

After all, he wasn't a monster!

As Chen Zhenghao retreated to the elevator, his sweat froze on his skin in the sub-zero temperatures. But his heart was even colder.

The merciless attack had taught him that those who dared use a crossbow were not to be underestimated in this new world.