Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Chapter 751: Higher Life Forms and Lower Life Forms

There's a saying in Hua Country: there are three hundred sixty trades, and every trade has its master.There are no high or low professions.

This is just like some things you learn in school—only after entering society do you realize that what you learned in school is completely different from what's popular and practiced in society.

Take professional discrimination, for example. It exists.

Of course, this is also because domestic jobs like sanitation workers pay too little.

In developed countries abroad, ordinary professions like sanitation workers and cleaners have pretty good wages. The tougher the job, the higher the corresponding pay.

Using America as an example, the national average salary for sanitation workers is about—three thousand USD per month. Converted to Chinese yuan, that's twenty-one thousand yuan.

Of course, Americans earn USD, not Chinese yuan.

But back in Hua Country, how many sanitation workers can earn three thousand yuan a month?

So the main reason young people don't take these jobs is the low pay.

If sanitation workers and cleaners scrubbing toilets could earn five to six thousand, even six to seven thousand, a bunch of young people would be fighting over those positions.

Zhu Hong continued reading his *Thousand Character Classic*.

Besides the *Thousand Character Classic*, he also read many Hua Country classics.

Works like the *Book of Changes*, the *Book of Documents*, the *Spring and Autumn Annals*, the *Analects*, and so on.

He had always found it a shame. Because in today's Hua Country, many people had only heard of these classical texts but had never actually read them.

In school, they rarely studied this knowledge either.

If things continued like this, he wondered if these works would become dead relics of history in the near future.

"Hey, what are you reading?" (English)

At that moment, the white male cleaner in his thirties spoke up, asking.

Zhu Hong kept his head down, still reading: "The *Thousand Character Classic*." (English)

"Oh, is that so? I didn't expect you to be a cultured person who likes reading. So it's true what they say—you Asians really are all bookworms." (English)

Zhu Hong was taken aback by these words. If you said there was malice behind them, then yes, there was a hint of discrimination.

If you said there was no malice, then the other party was just joking.

But soon, Zhu Hong realized there wasn't just malice—there was murderous intent.

The other party was already not far from him, holding a long mop in his hands. Suddenly, the mop head burst open like an exploding flower, lashing toward his face.

He performed a back roll, dodging the fate of having his face scrubbed by that mop head.

And the white male in his thirties, after failing to land this strike, didn't press another attack.

Instead, he pulled back the mop, its head facing the ground.

He stood there quietly, smiling as he looked at Zhu Hong, who was now a bed's length away.

"Not bad, you dodged that. Guess saying all you Asians are bookworms isn't entirely accurate." (English)

Zhu Hong's eyes turned cold.

The white male in his thirties chuckled: "We've met a few times now, and you still don't know my name." (English)

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Merlot." (English)

This man, calling himself Merlot, curled the corner of his mouth with arrogance.

At this very moment, the confrontation between Zhu Hong and this thirty-something white man named Merlot was being broadcast live in the special live stream room.

Many in the live stream room were eagerly anticipating this moment. They had long been waiting for the strongest lab rat in this special live stream to encounter attacks from deranged criminals and deranged serial killers.

Mi—American Captain: [Finally going after Zhu Hong?!]

Hua Country chat section.

Middle-aged Uncle also watched this scene: [I've watched Alice Apartment's live streams for a while now. Although I've only seen one round of the special live stream, from what I've seen a lot, these freaks usually use sneaky tactics against lab rats.]

[This guy named Merlot. Even though he sneak-attacked with a mop, it was clearly just a probe. It doesn't compare to the lethal ambush Tabo suffered in this special live stream.]

[Very unusual. This Merlot is confronting Zhu Hong head-on like this.]

[Does he have that much confidence in himself—enough to take down Zhu Hong alone—or does he have backup?]

Domineering Female CEO typed: [I think he must have confidence. Full confidence in himself.]

Ultimate Rich Kid: [What makes you say that?]

Domineering Female CEO: [From his background.]

[Merlot is a famous serial killer from Germany. Anti-social personality, extremely psychologically disturbed.]

[He kills for pleasure, often torturing his victims before killing them, and he's extremely cruel.]

[Just from confirmed victims alone, there are twenty-two.]

[Unlike other murderers who try various ways to hide the bodies after committing crimes,]

[Merlot's disposal of corpses is completely arrogant and blatant. His goal is to let others discover his masterpieces and show them off.]

[During his crime sprees, he even wrote letters taunting the police.]

[He calls himself a higher life form, claiming that killing others is to deal with lower life forms.]

Fairy Sister: [Wow! So badass!]

Ultimate Rich Kid: [I don't think he's badass. I think the truly badass ones are those who still haven't been caught. If Merlot gets caught, he's a failure.]

Little Dragon Girl typed: [I don't care whether he succeeds or fails. I just hope there are fewer people like him. This is pure psychopathy, different from the others. This type genuinely just wants to take revenge on society and other people.]

I am the Hero: [Put yourself in the victims' shoes for a second—unbearable. Especially being controlled, facing the moment of being killed.]

Little Aunt: [This Merlot is so strong. Perfect chance to test how deep this Zhu Hong's water is. We haven't personally witnessed Zhu Hong's strength yet!]

Real life.

Zhu Hong stared at Merlot. Zhu Hong's expression was extremely calm right now, and his entire body was very relaxed.

He actually spoke up and asked Merlot: "Are you alone, or do you have accomplices?" (English)

Merlot: "Does it matter?" (English)

Zhu Hong shrugged his shoulders: "I'm saying, if you have accomplices, let them all come out and attack together. Otherwise, just you alone won't be enough to get my blood pumping." (English)

As Zhu Hong finished speaking, his entire body began to twist. During the twisting, the sound of bones cracking could actually be heard.

Merlot's eyes lowered, and then he put down his mop, walking over to the silver metal cleaning cart he had pushed in.

From inside, he pulled out a pair of golden, shiny metal knuckle dusters and put them on his hands.

Seeing this, Zhu Hong couldn't help but let out a cold sneer: "You sewer rats who casually destroy other people's lives—since when did you stop using dirty tricks and choose to fight face-to-face?" (English)

"Sewer rats? Hah." (English)

Merlot puffed out his chest, cracking his neck left and right.

"I hope when you're begging for mercy in front of me later, your mouth is still this tough." (English)

Zhu Hong didn't care. He gestured at Merlot with a come-hither motion.

Merlot let out a cold laugh. He started walking slowly at first, then when he reached a certain distance—

Within punching range.

He pulled his right fist back, gathering strength, and then, like a cannonball, exploded forward.

Aiming for Zhu Hong's face.

Zhu Hong's expression turned fierce. He too threw out his right fist, heading straight for Merlot's right fist.

Merlot saw Zhu Hong trying to fight fist against fist. Internally, he laughed at him. An ant trying to shake a giant tree. Overestimating his capabilities.

One was a flesh-and-blood fist, the other was wearing pure metal knuckle dusters.

And he wanted to exchange punches?

Bang!

The two fists collided.

A loud booming sound rang out.

Then, following that, came—Merlot's SCREAM!!!!

At this moment, Merlot's face turned pale, twisted, and deformed.

He kept screaming, "Aaaahhh!" using his left hand to clutch his right hand and right arm.

His right hand and right arm trembled violently, completely out of control.

Merlot stared in terror at his wrist, where part of his arm seemed to have been forcibly knocked out of alignment.

The next moment, he couldn't help but stagger backward.

Raising his head again to face Zhu Hong in front of him, he felt as if he had seen a ghost—or something close to it.

"How do you want to die?" (English)

After throwing that punch, Zhu Hong looked like nothing had happened at all.

His right fist and right arm were perfectly normal, with no trembling whatsoever.

And looking at the exterior of his right hand—

Thick calluses.