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

Chapter 662: The Welcome Party Chaos

Besides that lecherous middle-aged man, plenty of others had also witnessed the whole scene unfold.The conclusion, based on everyone's accounts, was this.

The white woman was eating sushi and dumplings.

Sitting next to her was a man in his thirties. It was probably his first time encountering a white woman in real life.

And she was sitting so close to him, his lust got the better of him.

First, he touched her thigh.

When he touched her thigh, the white woman didn't react much—probably because she was tipsy from eating dumplings and sushi and drinking. But when he went for her butt.

She reacted instantly. She hurled the dumpling bowl and whatever else was in front of her at the man, then shoved him hard.

She pushed him to the ground. That was the gist of it.

And who else could that white woman be but Eileen North, who had arrived just a few days ago?

Originally, as a foreigner, she had no intention of attending any party.

But after reading the group chat's translation.

She heard there was free dinner and, more importantly, free alcohol, so she decided to show up.

Right now, her right hand was gripping an empty beer bottle.

After a torrent of furious, garbled curses at the man on the floor who was groaning "ouch."

Her face twisted into a demonic mask of rage.

She raised the beer bottle and slammed it down toward the man's head.

The man on the ground had been pretending to be weak with his "ouch" act, but now, if he kept pretending, he was about to get his skull cracked.

He stopped faking it immediately and scrambled to his feet.

But it was too late.

The Eileen standing before him was no ordinary woman.

She was a female murderous fiend who had shot and killed seven men, earning herself the nickname "Death Girl" on foreign websites.

Even setting aside murder, she was a repeat offender in bar fights and violent assaults.

Her husband had divorced her because he couldn't handle being abused by her.

That said everything about just how violent she was.

Especially her temper—she'd had a fiery, explosive personality since childhood.

There was no way she could tolerate being harassed like this by a man.

Even though she was a prostitute and had been doing this kind of work her whole life, without ever stopping.

But maybe, just maybe, some prostitutes, despite selling their bodies, might think, "Well, since you're harassing me, shouldn't you just accept it? After all, what you usually do for a living makes this seem trivial in comparison, doesn't it?"

But it was like that young thug earlier—a thug himself, yet he hated being called a thug.

These two situations weren't all that different.

Of course, there was another extremely important reason for Eileen's over-the-top reaction.

Don't forget, she was American. From America.

In America, there were many races.

And in America, Asians were at the bottom of the social ladder, with low status.

Many white people and black people discriminated against Asians.

Eileen was one of those who severely discriminated against Asians.

She was white, a firm believer in white supremacy.

If an Asian approached her, even if they offered twice the money, she wouldn't do business with them.

That's why her beer bottle smashed into the man's head in front of her.

The beer bottle didn't break, but the man's head was split open, bleeding profusely.

This time, he really fell to the ground, groaning nonstop.

Seeing this, Eileen was about to swing again, but Manager Mao Li Zhishu let out a loud shout, ordering others to stop her.

Four or five people on either side quickly restrained her firmly.

Even though she was held back, she struggled wildly, completely out of control.

Her mouth spewed nothing but filthy curses.

"Drag him out!"

Manager Mao Li Zhishu's face darkened as he ordered the men to drag her out, then followed them out himself.

After they left, Manager Wu Meiling stepped up to keep the atmosphere in the activity room going, urging everyone to continue eating and ignore the commotion.

Jiang Ran sat back down, picked up a dumpling from his bowl with his chopsticks, and popped it into his mouth. He realized that with all the fuss, the dumplings had gone a bit cold.

Bang!

No sooner had Jiang Ran sat down than the criminal psychologist, Li Shumu, shoved his stool back, stood up, and walked out of the activity room. Probably to check on what was happening with the crazy American woman.

Aside from him, everyone else obediently kept eating their dumplings and sushi without causing any more trouble.

Soon, some people in the activity room, having eaten their fill, left early.

Others, also full, packed up plenty of dumplings and sushi before leaving.

At one table, Hong Nan was also packing food.

Hong Nan, nickname: Beauty Snake.

Criminal record: Dated boyfriends, squeezed all their value dry, and once she got bored, killed them.

After arriving at Alice Apartment, she had her eyes on Jiang Ran, that lab rat. She made one move on him, failed, and never tried again.

She had also come to this welcome party. As for why she was packing food.

It wasn't because she was thrifty. It was mainly because the packed dumplings and sushi would be enough for breakfast the next morning, saving her the trouble of cooking.

Plus, the dumplings on this table were all handmade.

If you order takeout, most places serve frozen dumplings. How could they compare to handmade ones?

She was cheerfully using her chopsticks to pick up the leftover dumplings and sushi from the table and put them into her glass lunchbox.

When a very awkwardly spoken Chinese interrupted her packing.

"Hello!"

Hearing someone greet her, Hong Nan turned her head.

She saw a foreigner.

This foreigner, like the earlier Eileen, was a white person with pale skin.

"Hello to you too. Can I help you?"

Hong Nan didn't stop packing.

The white man who struck up a conversation with her was one of the two men and two women who had come from other countries' Alice Apartments for this event.

He was from the UK, appearing to be in his forties.

And he was also from the UK's Alice Apartment.

"I think you are very beautiful, with a very oriental charm. So I'd like to get to know you."

This UK guy must have studied Chinese. His accent was awkward, but at least his sentences and word order were correct.

"What's your name? Where are you from?"

Hong Nan pulled out her phone.

The white man also took out his phone, smiling. "Just call me William. I'm from the UK."

"You Hua Country people's favorite social app is WeChat, right? I looked it up online."

"So this WeChat account of mine was just created not long ago."

Hong Nan and William exchanged WeChat contacts.

Hong Nan stared at William's WeChat ID. His profile picture wasn't like what Hua Country people used—anime, animals, landscapes, all kinds of random images.

Instead, William and most foreigners used their own photos.

William was no exception.

Hong Nan was well aware of why William had added her.

Wasn't it just about the usual man-woman stuff?

Of course, outside, that would be the reason.

But this was Alice Apartment. Hong Nan felt the other party might have other motives.

So she wasn't about to be foolish enough to fall for it.

As for having a foreign boyfriend.

Hong Nan had had her fair share.

She had dated three foreign boyfriends in total.

The first was a black man from Africa.

The second was a man from A San Country.

The third was a white man.