As soon as Shi Yuan heard this, he slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up. Right, why the hell should I be afraid of her?
She’s just a weak female veterinarian, isn’t she? One punch and she’s dead!
Damn it, kill her!
Even if it means detention, I’ll make sure she knows who she shouldn’t mess with! Make her kneel and cry in front of me!
That morning, he went again with a trap cage, putting in a small hard-to-resist canned treat that cats couldn’t refuse. He waited patiently for over two hours before he saw the cat, starving, cautiously creep out.
He caught it.
He immediately smashed the big black cat to death in front of the kitten, and recorded it on video.
A living cat turned into a bloody mess, wailing and screaming in his hands—it made him feel exhilarated.
He even deliberately dug out its eyes separately, smirking coldly. When that delicate female doctor sees this, won’t she be scared to death?
Why the hell not!
He knew Jiang Wei—she was a doctor at a pet hospital. The cats they abused were often sent to her hospital for rescue.
He’d been scared pissless yesterday; today he’d let her know who was more formidable!
He threw the cat’s corpse at the hospital entrance, the eyes tossed out separately.
At this moment, Shi Yuan stood in the sunlight, smiling sinisterly and ferociously, waiting for this pretty female veterinarian to break down.
Jiang Wei’s expression was indifferent as she held a black snake in her hand, approaching step by step.
Shi Yuan was all too familiar with this type of person. They loved rescuing cats for free, people with an overflow of useless compassion. Seeing a cat die, she would surely be in unbearable pain, heartbroken, crying to death!
Just thinking about it made him revel inwardly.
Shi Yuan’s cold, sinister smile looked especially vicious in the sunlight.
No one noticed a black Maybach quietly parked by the roadside under the trees, amid the green foliage.
Xiang Dong asked, “President Qin, should I go handle it…”
Qin Xiaoye’s gaze had been lingering on Jiang Wei’s fair, elegant face, calm and composed: “Wait.”
Jiang Wei, in her white coat, looked cool and pristine, radiating a professional solemnity. Unfathomable waves brewed and pressed within her eyes, making her look very attractive, very captivating.
Qin Xiaoye was going on a business trip today. Before leaving, he’d intended to bring Xiang Dong to pick out a few cars for Jiang Wei to choose from, but unexpectedly witnessed this scene.
Jiang Wei held the black king snake in her hand, its black scales glinting with dark light. She wore a white coat, her features noble and gorgeous. Fragmented light fell upon her—she was beautiful and… in Shi Yuan’s eyes, somewhat terrifying.
Shi Yuan couldn’t help but tremble, swallowed hard, and involuntarily wanted to run.
The doctor in the white coat holding a snake before him overlapped with the woman in the white T-shirt holding a chainsaw from yesterday. He was afraid, he wanted to piss his pants.
Sweat poured down his head.
Dripping from his forehead, continuously streaming down his temples, his hair was half-soaked.
His hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly.
Jiang Wei was cool and indifferent, even carrying a smile at the corner of her mouth, as she walked up to Shi Yuan, her deep, pitch-black eyes fixed on him.
It gave Shi Yuan the illusion of being devoured by a deep, dark abyss.
The black snake in Jiang Wei’s hand faced Shi Yuan, suddenly flicking out its crimson forked tongue, giving him a fright. He jerked back abruptly, breathing rapidly, eyes wide, nearly falling over.
Jiang Wei let out a “pfft” laugh, then took another step forward. Shi Yuan used all his strength to keep himself from retreating further.
Shi Yuan stammered a bit: “Y-you, just you wait to cry.”
Jiang Wei tilted her head to look at him, her expression cool: “Is that so?”
She suddenly raised her hand, startling Shi Yuan. His voice trembled: “I-in broad daylight, in public, you…”
Jiang Wei’s delicate hand held a tissue, gently pressing it against Shi Yuan’s forehead, her voice very soft and gentle: “You’ve sweat so much…”
The tissue, on Shi Yuan’s forehead, was slowly soaking through, Jiang Wei’s movements very gentle.
But Shi Yuan was frozen, not daring to move.
He didn’t know why, but a deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
This woman simply didn’t play by the rules.
You had no idea whether her next move would be to take out a chainsaw and saw your body open, or to take out a tissue and wipe your sweat.
Jiang Wei’s voice was very gentle, and paired with the black snake in her hand, it seemed especially eerie: “Look at you, what are you afraid of?”
“Didn’t you come to scare me?”
But her tone was like the tone of flirting.
Shi Yuan’s body went cold, and he forced himself: “I came to let you see—what you wanted to protect is dead. Are you in pain?”
“Do you know how it, how it died?”
“It, I threw it on the ground, it didn’t die, I kicked it twice with my foot, it looked pitifully at the kitten in the grass, tears flowed down, its whole body was covered in blood, and it died. I even dug its eyes out alive—look, that eye is still looking at you.”
As he described how he tortured and killed it, the more he spoke, the smoother he became. After speaking, he raised his head proudly and looked at Jiang Wei, as if he were recounting his great achievements.
Jiang Wei’s voice was cold and her face was especially pale: “It doesn’t matter. The oath you made yesterday—however the cat died, you will die the same way.”
“You will come to no good end.”
Shi Yuan was enraged: “You fucking…” As he spoke, he raised his hand, about to slap Jiang Wei across the face.
The black snake suddenly flicked out its tongue, frightening Shi Yuan into falling over with a “bang.”
In the distance, a ball of golden fur came limping over, panting, and with a “plop,” sat its butt right on Shi Yuan’s face.
More and more people gathered around, pointing and laughing at Shi Yuan.
“This cat-abusing murderer, so shameless!”
“My god, so cruel, how could he do it?”
“This kind of person is just insecure and cowardly, using cats that can’t fight back to vent. Despicable to the bone.”
“I heard murderers practice on cats first.”
“A psychopath, isn’t he.”
Shi Yuan was overwhelmed with shame. He was just about to open his mouth to curse, but the dog’s butt was right on his face, and a stench came.
Chief Wang was very big, and once he pressed down, he couldn’t be pushed off.
Chief Wang was still wagging his tail, sweeping back and forth, all over Shi Yuan’s head.
Jiang Wei patted him: “Chief Wang, fart.”
Chief Wang was very obedient—”Pffft” a long, smelly fart.
It made Shi Yuan want to cry from disgust.
A police car “wee-woo wee-woo” stopped by the roadside, and two police officers got out: “Who called the police?”
Luo Xue hurried over and recounted how Shi Yuan had thrown the bloody kitten at the hospital entrance today.
Jiang Wei gently raised her hand to Chief Wang, and Chief Wang, tongue lolling, stood up from Shi Yuan’s head and obediently lay down beside Jiang Wei.
The two police officers were very polite to Luo Xue, then turned to question Jiang Wei.
Shi Yuan crawled up from the ground, his face still smeared with the shit Chief Wang had wiped on him (Chief Wang had a bit of diarrhea—his stomach wasn’t good): “She, she set the dog on me, set the snake on me, arrest her!”
The police officer frowned and fanned his nose, pointing at him: “Stand farther away.”
“Are you injured?”
Shi Yuan was stunned: “No, no.”
The police officer: “Did you two fight each other?”
Shi Yuan thought about it—he had wanted to strike, but was scared off by the snake and dog, and he couldn’t say he had unilaterally wanted to hit Jiang Wei, so he could only shake his head.
The police officer said, “Nonsense. Then who are we supposed to arrest?”
Shi Yuan was momentarily speechless.
The police officer said, “You’re coming with us.”
“Causing a disturbance at the hospital entrance—detention.”
“And also…”
Shi Yuan was taken aback. “There’s more?”
The police officer said, “Someone has reported you for spreading a large number of bloody and violent videos online. And also…”
Shi Yuan’s eyes widened. “There’s more?”
The police officer said, “You earned over seventy thousand yuan last year, and you didn’t report it for taxes, did you? And also…”
Shi Yuan was completely stunned. “Huh?”
“And also…”
The police officer said, “That seventy thousand yuan was obtained through fraud, wasn’t it?”
“And also…”
“You were imprisoned for over a year for attempted rape. But three years ago, you hit someone with your car and fled the scene.”
“Five years ago, you stole cookies from a supermarket and were caught.”
“The report against you lists over a dozen charges…”
“Once we verify everything, you’ll be sentenced for multiple offenses. Get ready to stay in prison.”
Shi Yuan’s breathing became rapid, his face turned pale. He was shocked—who had reported him? With such detail? They had dug up his entire past.
He wailed, “I—I’m innocent!”
The police officer said, “This report includes times, locations, and contacts. Some times are accurate to the second. You can’t deny it.”
“Let’s go.”
Shi Yuan screamed in protest, “Who reported me? Who?”
The police officer chuckled. “A concerned citizen.”
Shi Yuan was handcuffed and pushed into the police car.
Under the shade of the trees, dappled sunlight fell on a black Maybach. Xiang Dong had organized all the information he had found on Shi Yuan into a clean, clear document, and had long since sent it to the email of the police chief in the precinct’s jurisdiction.
Qin Xiaoye held a phone in his hand, his voice steady and composed: “Director Zheng, I’ll leave it in your hands then.”
On the phone, Director Zheng chuckled. “No trouble at all. Thank you, Mr. Qin… uh, thank you to the concerned citizen for the report. We will certainly enforce the law impartially.”
Qin Xiaoye hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Wei in the distance.
She stood in the sunlight, lifting her delicate, shimmering face—fair-skinned, cool, and stunningly beautiful.
Qin Xiaoye’s heart skipped a beat.