"The phone's ring..."
Ning Zhewan's expression was somewhat twisted. The terrifying opening he had meticulously planned was ruined by the ringing.
"Should I... answer it or not?" Cai Wen thương asked tentatively.
If he could answer this call, he might live a little longer.
"No, tonight... is a night of terror!"
Ning Zhewan's blue-tinged hand reached out towards Cai Wen thương. No matter what happened, this person would not survive the night. Among the twenty people present tonight, Cai Wen thương was the one Ning Zhewan found most displeasing.
His annoying nature was only slightly less than Wen Wen's.
Therefore, he wanted Cai Wen thương to experience the ultimate fear, to feel the extreme terror for his unrestrained online comments, and then to meet his death in despair!
"You look so good when you smile..."
The phone rang again, causing Ning Zhewan's hand to pause. His target then shifted to the phone itself.
He decided to crush the phone first, and then no one would disturb his enjoyment.
But as Ning Zhewan's hand closed around the phone, he felt an astonishing heat that scorched his hand. Then, he saw a red-hot iron rod emerge from the phone!
Following that, a green data stream emerged from the phone, and a man in black appeared from the data stream. It was Wen Wen!
"Hey, finally found you."
Cai Wen thương shifted his body aside. This newly appeared man might save him, or he might be an even more terrifying monster than Ning Zhewan.
Having just been terrified by Ning Zhewan, Cai Wen thương's senses had been heightened severalfold.
In his opinion, Ning Zhewan was already very frightening, but the hidden terror emanating from Wen Wen was many times more profound than Ning Zhewan's. After Wen Wen appeared, Ning Zhewan's presence seemed to diminish.
Wen Wen used the scorching hot iron rod to curl a strand of his hair. The hair crackled, leaving Cai and Ning staring dumbfounded.
"Don't mind me, I just suddenly thought curly hair might look cooler, so I wanted to perm my hair, but regular curling irons don't work on me."
This thought struck Wen Wen while he was searching for Ning Zhewan. During his search for victims, ordinary people would scream in terror upon seeing him.
Wen Wen felt that if he were more handsome, he wouldn't scare people. So, he remembered Mo Gong, who was incredibly handsome and had curly hair.
Thus, he searched for victims while perming his hair. Unfortunately, even with the red-hot iron rod, his hair remained unchanged.
Perhaps this was the trouble of the strong.
This reminded Wen Wen of Zhen Xu, who had created the Filthy Blade to cut excrement. If Wen Wen wanted curly hair, he might need an extraordinary item on the same level as the Filthy Blade.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" Ning Zhewan asked vigilantly, looking at Wen Wen.
"Uh, doing my hair..."
"Don't say 'doing my hair'!" Ning Zhewan roared.
"And taking care of a small nuisance. To find you, I searched over forty places in Shenchuan City in three hours, found all your targets in Shenchuan City, and then encountered you here."
Ning Zhewan was stunned. How was it possible to find everyone in three hours?
However, considering his own means of movement, he somewhat understood. This person probably possessed some special abilities as well.
"Let's talk. I won't ambush you while you're speaking, nor will I capture you and hang you on a flagpole..."
However, before Wen Wen could finish speaking, Ning Zhewan had already reached out to grab Cai Wen thương. Wen Wen's appearance made him uneasy, so he wanted to kill Cai Wen thương first and then escape.
His goal had always been to punish those seven thousand-plus voters, and he would not be deterred even if someone tried to stop him.
But he grasped nothing. Cai Wen thương had already been moved to the kitchen by Wen Wen, who sat at the kitchen door, looking at Ning Zhewan helplessly.
"So... negotiation failed?"
Typically, Wen Wen would ambush during a conversation; when would others have the chance to make the first move?
Ning Zhewan's expression turned grim. After looking at Wen Wen for a moment, he suddenly realized, "You're one of those seven thousand people too, aren't you? Then you must also..."
Bang!
Ning Zhewan's jaw took an uppercut, sending him flying. His head smashed through the chandelier and into the ceiling, his body dangling below.
"Since I gave you an opportunity and you failed to seize it, this is my repayment."
For Wen Wen, capturing Ning Zhewan was merely a small diversion in his monotonous life. He was already considered a significant figure in the Hunter Association based on his strength. Dealing with such a minor case was like using a star-annihilating cannon to kill a chicken.
Just as Wen Wen was about to stuff Ning Zhewan into containment, he suddenly stopped, his face showing a surprised expression.
The area on the ceiling where Ning Zhewan's head had impacted began to corrupt, turning into a viscous blue-green substance. Then, the entire ceiling fell down, and it was as if the room was raining filth.
If Cai Wen thương hadn't lived on the top floor, the residents above would have suffered.
Ning Zhewan got up, looking at Wen Wen with eyes like rotten tomatoes, continuously bleeding red fluid. He then lunged forward and punched at Wen Wen.
A blue light flashed as Wen Wen dodged Ning Zhewan's attack. However, in the direction of Ning Zhewan's fist, a large section of the wall was corroded into a highly toxic, defiled substance.
Seeing Wen Wen dodge, Ning Zhewan swayed and turned around, accusing Wen Wen.
"You all hide behind your screens every day, judging people you don't know, wantonly spreading your negative emotions from your lives. But the internet is not your dumping ground, and those people shouldn't be your targets for venting!"
"Do you know how he felt the last time he opened his computer, and all he saw online were insults directed at him?"
"No one but me knows, and no one sympathized with him!"
"So, he walked to the rooftop and jumped off."
"Besides lamenting 'what a pity' afterwards, what good deeds have you done?"
Wen Wen frowned. He didn't know if the "you" Ning Zhewan referred to were the seven thousand voters or all netizens.
Furthermore, who was the "he" he mentioned?
His friend?
But regardless, Ning Zhewan's current state was different from before.
Previously, he was just a slightly peculiar little monster, but now he possessed at least the strength of a Disaster Lower Order!
Even the Disaster Lower Order was insignificant to the current Wen Wen, but what troubled Wen Wen was Ning Zhewan's rate of improvement. His strength had more than quadrupled just from being hit once, which was clearly abnormal.
"I watched all your judgment videos. If you hadn't reached this point, I might have given you a chance."
"But now, your state is too extreme..."
"So... in your next life, be an ordinary person who can pour sand into their own eyes."
Before Ning Zhewan could retort, his body was pierced by several black energy swords, pinning him against the wall.