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Cheng Yi transformed himself into a bloated fat monk.

Under Ju Huaiyi's secret instructions, he drove the taxi at high speed toward Xingfu Community.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the residential area, the security guard dutifully flagged down a taxi.

Cheng Yi frowned slightly, but quickly came up with an idea.

He took out two packets of Furongwang cigarettes from inside the car, handed them to the security guard, and plastered a fawning smile on his face.

The security guard paused for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between the cigarette and Cheng Yi. In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation, reached out and took the cigarette, a slight smile playing on his lips. He then pressed the button, and the access control slowly opened.

Cheng drove straight in, making several turns in the residential area, and finally stopped in front of Director Tang's house.

He got out of the car, straightened his slightly tight clothes, and went up to knock on the door.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and a woman in her thirties appeared in the doorway.

She bore a slight resemblance to Michelle Reis in her features, but possessed an arrogant air as she sized Cheng Yi up and down, asking impatiently, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Cheng Yi sized up the woman in front of him, thinking to himself: Judging by her age, she doesn't seem to be Director Tang's first wife. Could she be a nanny? But why would a nanny be so arrogant?

However, he still wore a smile and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The Party Secretary has an urgent matter and needs to see Director Tang immediately, so he sent me to pick him up. Is Director Tang here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his fifties came out of the house. He was taken aback when he saw Cheng Yi's fat monk-like appearance, then frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Cheng Yi quickly stepped forward, his face beaming, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Room leader, I'm the new guy, Xiao Wang."

After saying that, he took another step forward, getting closer to the man, completely ignoring the man's ugly expression caused by his abruptness, and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhu said that Ju Huaiyi has rebelled."

Upon hearing this, Director Tang shuddered, a hint of panic and seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He instantly put aside his doubts about this "Little Wang" he was meeting for the first time and replied in a low voice, "We'll talk in the study."

After saying that, he turned and hurriedly walked towards the study. Cheng Yi's lips curled slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer, and his eyes revealed a hint of smug satisfaction at his successful scheme. He quickly followed after him.

Upon entering the study, the department head frowned deeply, and without turning his head, coldly questioned the person behind him: "Why didn't Zhu Fangzheng call me directly?"

However, Cheng Yi lost patience and his eyes narrowed. He quickly pulled out a large black pistol from his pocket and pressed it against the back of the room leader's head without hesitation.

The room leader felt a chill run down his spine as something hard pressed against the back of his head.

He turned around in horror, and when he saw that it was a gun, he was terrified and his face turned ashen.

Cheng Yi remained calm, placing a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

Just as the room leader was about to shout, Cheng Yi forcefully pressed the muzzle of the gun. The cold, hard touch made him swallow back the words he was about to say, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

A few minutes later, Cheng Yi escorted the room leader out of the study and headed towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the somewhat beautiful cook was cooking with her back to the door.

She has a graceful figure, and from behind, she is indeed very charming.

A question flashed through Cheng Yi's mind: Why are there only two people in this huge house? But he had no time to think about it at the moment, so he quickly walked over and turned off the gas stove with a "snap".

The cook was startled by this sudden action. She turned around and saw Cheng Yi, the unfamiliar fat monk. Her expression immediately darkened, her eyes narrowed, and she shouted angrily, "Who told you to turn off the gas? How can you be so careless? You..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt as her gaze fell upon the gleaming gun in Cheng Yi's hand.

She immediately began to tremble, her eyes filled with terror, and her lips began to quiver.

"What...what are you going to do? I...I'll tell you..."

Her voice trembled, filled with fear.

Before she could finish speaking, Cheng Yi shoved the gun barrel into her mouth, the cold metal instantly turning her words into sobs.

Cheng Yi leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Why are there only the two of you in this house? Doesn't he have any family?"

The cook trembled like a leaf, and with great difficulty she managed to remove her mouth from the gun barrel, stammering, "His...his wife and children are all abroad, and at home...it's just me at home."

Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she asked again, "So, what is your relationship with him?"

The cook's eyes darted around, and she answered hastily, "I...I have nothing to do with him."

Cheng Yi sneered and ignored her sophistry.

He dragged the cook to the bedroom opposite the study, roughly tore off the quilt cover, and tied the cook's hands and feet.

During the binding process, some physical friction and touching were inevitable. The cook's eyes were filled with humiliation and fear, but at this point she was powerless to resist.

After tying her up, Cheng found a piece of cloth and gagged her tightly.

After dealing with the cook, Cheng Yi returned to the study, pressed a gun against the room chief's back, and forced him to the window.

Cheng Yi carefully observed the movements outside the window for a while. Seeing that no one else was coming or going, he immediately escorted the room leader out of the room and pushed him into the taxi.

Then, Cheng drove out of the residential area at breakneck speed, encountering no obstacles along the way, and sped towards the unfinished building.

As the taxi approached the unfinished building, Cheng Yi could see from afar that the area had been cordoned off by law enforcement, with conspicuous barriers swaying slightly in the wind, like an insurmountable barrier.

Cheng Yi was startled and instinctively gripped the gun in his hand, pressing the muzzle of the gun against the ward chief's ribs.

The chief initially showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw the constable, as if he had seen a savior. However, as the pressure from the gun barrel at his side increased, that surprise vanished instantly, replaced by a pained expression and beads of sweat on his forehead.

The taxi didn't stop at all, continuing to speed forward, dust billowing behind it. Finally, it came to a slow stop in front of another unfinished building in the distance.

Cheng Yi whispered a reprimand to the room chief to get out of the car, then pointed a gun at him and made him walk upstairs.

Then, Cheng Yi used his skills to easily hide the taxi. His method was clean and efficient, as if the taxi had never been there at all.

Under the menacing gaze of the dark muzzle of the pistol, the chief of staff was filled with tension, his eyes constantly shifting between the police cars with flashing lights in the distance and the busy constables.

His steps were heavy and slow, but urged on by Cheng Yi, he could only walk step by step toward the top of the unfinished building.

With each step he took, his heart sank a little deeper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

As he struggled to climb higher and higher, tension and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Finally, a trembling voice squeezed out from his throat. In the deathly silence of the unfinished building, the voice was like a lightning bolt that ripped through the night sky, sounding particularly abrupt and terrifying.

"Was the place where the constables just sealed off and isolated the place where Zhu Fangzheng and Ju Huaiyi died? What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

The room manager's voice trembled noticeably, and every word echoed in the empty hallway.

Cheng Yi remained silent, but gripped the gun tighter, pressing the muzzle against the room leader's back. The hard, cold touch made the room leader's body stiffen slightly.

By this time, the room leader's back was already soaked with sweat, his clothes clinging tightly to his back, forming patches of dark sweat stains.

He suppressed his fear and continued, "What will you gain by killing us? It won't do you any good! Let's talk this over properly. Tell me your demands, and whatever they are, I will fulfill them."

After a while, Cheng Yi remained silent, like a cold statue.

The head of the room's breathing became increasingly rapid, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

He continued urgently, "Whether it's money, status, or beautiful women, whatever you want, I can get it for you. 1 million, 3 million, 1 million... as long as you let me go, money is no object!"

And so, under Cheng Yi's coercion, they made their way up to the upper floors. By this time, the section chief's legs felt like lead, weak and aching, making each step extremely difficult.

Upon seeing this, Cheng gestured for him to walk towards the balcony.

To Cheng Yi's surprise, the room leader suddenly turned around. A surge of strength welled up from somewhere, and he straightened his body, his feet firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot. His face was resolute, clearly unwilling to take another step forward.

A fierce glint flashed in Cheng Yi's eyes. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the dormitory head hard in the stomach.

This kick carried 9 points of strength and 17 points of physique; the nearly 60-year-old dormitory head could hardly withstand it.

You should know that he is nearly sixty years old. Although he has been living a life of luxury, he has also been weakened by wine and women. Moreover, he has a beautiful cook by his side. He must have spent a lot of time and energy in the arms of women, and his body is no longer as strong as it used to be.

The sudden, heavy blow caused the room leader to bend over in pain, curling up like a shrimp.

But Cheng Yi did not stop. He then swung the hand holding the gun and smashed it hard against the head of the room leader.

The blow was powerful and heavy; the section chief's forehead was instantly torn open, blood gushing out, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

Cheng Yi seemed to be blinded by rage, and he kicked the section chief like raindrops, one kick after another, each kick filled with hatred for the corrupt official.

His eyes gleamed with an almost manic pleasure, as if he were venting the anger that had been building up in his heart for a long time.

The room leader struggled in excruciating pain, yelling, "Go ahead and kill me! You'll get nothing if you do that!"

Cheng Yi snorted coldly, a disdainful sneer appearing on his lips, and said, "You think I arrested you to get benefits from you?"

"Hmph, let me tell you, I just want to beat you up today, you corrupt official, to vent my anger for the people who suffer from the exploitation of you greedy officials!"

The section chief, his hair disheveled and face covered in blood, looked utterly wretched. He endured the excruciating pain and cried out hoarsely, "To become an official for nothing but wealth—this is a lesson passed down from our ancestors!"

Which official at my level isn't corrupt? If you're not corrupt, you'll never climb the ranks! That's the unspoken rule of officialdom, what do you know?

Upon hearing these utterly absurd remarks, Cheng Yi trembled with rage.

He was panting heavily, his eyes blazing with fury, and he kicked the section chief again, this time hitting him squarely in the lower body.

The room leader let out a shrill groan, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

He writhed in agony on the ground, clutching his groin with both hands, large beads of sweat mingling with blood streaming down his face.

Cheng Yi stepped forward, grabbed the dormitory head by the collar, and dragged him toward the balcony like a dead dog.

The room leader struggled desperately, but to no avail.

As Cheng Yi dragged the building, he cursed, "Take a good look! This is the mess you officials have made! These unfinished buildings are like tombstones, weighing heavily on the hearts of ordinary people. How many people have become homeless because of your greed!"

Ju Huaiyi and Zhu Fangzheng have already paid the price for their crimes; now, it's your turn!

After saying that, Cheng Yi used all his strength to kick the room leader off the balcony.

The room leader's body arced through the air, followed by a long scream, before crashing heavily to the ground.

With a loud "bang," his head exploded like a watermelon, his brains splattering everywhere. His death was gruesome, a bloody trial for his crimes.

The system notifies you that you have punished the heinous Tang Wenbin and have gained 20 energy and 200 hours of life.

Cheng Yi looked down and saw several police officers in uniforms rushing towards them, drawn by the shrill scream.

His eyes narrowed, and he quickly retreated to the back balcony.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the top of the unfinished building in the distance. He squatted down slightly, then suddenly exerted force and leaped into the air like an arrow.

With his amazing skill of "flying beyond limits", his body drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed easily on the roof of the unfinished building dozens of meters away.

To ensure safety and leave no trace, Cheng Yi dared not slack off in the slightest.

He repeatedly demonstrated his "flying over the limit" skill, making three consecutive leaps.

Each leap consumed his energy, costing a total of 6 energy points, and each performance seemed to be quietly consuming his lifespan, reducing it by a full 60 hours.

But at this moment he had no time to care about any of that; he had only one thought in his mind: to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Finally, he arrived at the edge of the unfinished building area.

Cheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and the taxi he had hidden appeared before him.

He quickly got into the car, started it, and sped away. The taxi raced along the road, the scenery outside the window flashing by like a slideshow.