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

Chapter 385: Wang Haoran... Is Gone

Wang Haoran woke up.After waking up, still groggy, he mumbled, "Qingzhao, you're so beautiful, and Liu Sha, look at that tiny waist of yours..."

Fatty was the closest to him, so he sneered with extreme disdain, "Lust has clouded his mind, he's probably still having a wet dream."

So everyone waited for Wang Haoran to fully wake up.

Wang Haoran was mostly awake now.

He felt his body was somewhat cold.

He tried to get up, only to find his hands, feet, and neck were all tied up.

Besides that, there were Fatty and the others surrounding him.

"Damn it, Fatty, what are you doing dragging me out of the tent?! And why are you tying me up?!"

Seeing everyone gathered here, Wang Haoran urged Fatty to untie him.

Fatty sneered continuously, saying, "Wang Haoran, haven't you noticed something's off yet?"

Awakened by these words, Wang Haoran realized the situation he was currently in was indeed not good.

"Wang Haoran, do you remember that incident in freshman year, when I was doing that skateboard performance?"

Fatty moved to stand between Wang Haoran's spread legs.

Wang Haoran's legs were pulled wide apart by the rope, his vulnerable spot completely exposed.

Wang Haoran tilted his head slightly to the left, thinking back.

The human brain is divided into left and right hemispheres.

The left brain excels in many scientific areas, thinking, solving problems, reasoning.

The right brain handles spatial awareness, art, and similar fields.

Wang Haoran remembered that incident, his expression unchanged, his heart calm:

"What about it? I remember that, you messed up the performance, got injured, and were sent to the hospital."

Fatty: "Then who caused me to mess up the performance?"

Wang Haoran said: "It must have been you yourself! Isn't it normal to mess up a performance?"

Fatty's face turned cold: "Is that so?"

With that, he gathered strength in his right foot and kicked Wang Haoran viciously in the crotch.

Wang Haoran let out an "Ah!" a scream of agony.

Then came a series of "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" miserable cries.

The pain from that kick spread continuously.

At the same time, his entire body convulsed.

His hands and feet instinctively wanted to move toward the crotch area, but because they were tied, only a small version of that movement could be seen, unable to achieve the goal.

"Heh heh, sorry about that, Haoran, my right foot just slipped accidentally."

Fatty gave a sinister laugh.

Then he kicked Wang Haoran in the crotch again, and Wang Haoran screamed in pain once more.

"Fat-Fatty! What are you doing?!"

It's hard to say if the first kick would have destroyed that thing, but the second kick, that's about it.

Fatty said: "Letting you feel the pain I felt back then."

"You and Jiang Weixin were jealous of me back then, you ruined me like this, it's a shame that guy died before tasting this kind of pain, truly a pity!"

Wang Haoran was already convulsing all over from the pain.

His face and body were covered in sweat, his clothes completely soaked in the chilly night air of the mountaintop.

His face was extremely pale, paler than a dead man's face, vividly so.

His teeth chattered.

He looked like he was having a blast until his chickens flew and eggs broke.

He stammered, "Jiang, Jiang Weixin, was he killed by you?!"

Fatty sneered coldly: "Yes, we killed him, and you're next."

"No, no, you can't kill me! Setting you up, being jealous of you, that was Jiang Weixin's idea back then! At most, I was just someone who knew about it!!!!"

Wang Haoran pleaded.

Fatty sneered: "Oh ho, he's dead anyway, you can say whatever you want."

Fatty moved aside, letting Zhong Hui step forward.

As soon as Zhong Hui came up, he pointed at his own eyes: "Wang Haoran, you and your relative screwed me over badly!!!"

"My eyes ended up like this, do you know how painful it is?!"

"You ruined my entire life!!!"

Wang Haoran seemed to know about Zhong Hui's eye issue, he cried and begged, "It's not my fault, I just wanted to earn a referral fee."

"Besides, my relative is quite skilled at performing laser eye surgery! You really, might just be unlucky..."

Zhong Hui clutched his stomach and laughed:

"I'm unlucky? Fine, let's say I'm unlucky."

He returned to normal, asked Fatty for a cigarette, lit it, but didn't smoke it. Instead, he pressed the burning cigarette against the skin of Wang Haoran's calf.

While pressing it, he said calmly:

"After my eyes were messed up by the surgery, I started investigating your relative, and found there were quite a few unlucky patients like me."

"I also discovered, not just this doctor, actually all over the country, there are many people whose laser eye surgeries failed, and what's more, they can't even get their rights defended, we're all just unlucky bastards!"

"I'm, I'm sorry!"

Burned by the hot cigarette butt, Wang Haoran said sorry, but whether he meant it or not is unknown.

"Will a simple 'sorry' make up for it?"

Zhong Hui sneered.

Wang Haoran said: "Then I'll compensate you with money? How much do you want?"

Zhong Hui said: "Compensate with money? Even if you gave me ten million, it wouldn't bring back my healthy eyes."

"The problem with my eyes now simply can't be solved with money, I live in pain every day, do you know that?"

Zhong Hui's face twisted in distortion, he motioned for Jiang Ran and Wang Qingzhao to step forward.

Wang Haoran broke down: "What are you two going to do?! I shouldn't have any grudge against you, right?!"

Zhong Hui had Fatty pass over a fruit knife.

Then he handed it to Jiang Ran.

"Jiang Ran, go ahead! Use the knife to make your pledge of allegiance!"

Hearing Zhong Hui's words, Jiang Ran gripped the fruit knife tightly in his right hand.

Seeing this, Wang Haoran begged pitifully: "Jiang Ran, don't! I only had some verbal conflicts with you, right?! You don't need to be so ruthless to me, do you?!"

Holding the fruit knife, Jiang Ran sighed deeply: "Wang Haoran, don't blame me, if I don't kill you, I won't survive either."

"Originally, if I had to kill an innocent person to save my own life, I would definitely feel guilty."

"But with you... I feel none at all."

Jiang Ran stabbed the knife into Wang Haoran's stomach, instantly causing Wang Haoran to convulse and twist in pain.

The knife was now in Wang Haoran's abdomen.

Wang Qingzhao stepped forward, pulled it out, and instantly, a large stream of blood sprayed out along with it.

"Qingzhao, you, you're going to attack me too?!"

Wang Qingzhao didn't waste words, she stabbed the knife into Wang Haoran's right chest.

The pain made Wang Haoran scream again.

Immediately after, Fatty, the short guy, and others stepped forward one by one, stabbing Wang Haoran's body with the fruit knife.

Stabbing him until his body was full of bloody holes.

At this point, Wang Haoran finally stopped begging for mercy.

Because he knew the people before him were determined to kill him.

Pleading was useless.

Therefore, when he saw Zhong Hui holding the fruit knife, the sharp tip of that fruit knife lightly pressing against his left chest over his heart.

He spat out a large amount of bloody foam from his mouth.

His eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth in hatred, he said:

"I won't let you off even as a ghost!"

Zhong Hui forcefully plunged the fruit knife into his heart.

Then he said: "Fine, I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you to come find me."