Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

"I can do anything."

"Then I'll buy whatever you think is best. You don't have any allergies, right?"

Zhou Yuyan shook her head.

"Okay, wait for me at home. I'll be back after I buy the groceries."

One of Song Yi's hobbies is visiting the farmers' market. Seeing the fresh ingredients and thinking about the meals she wants to cook makes her feel good.

After browsing for more than twenty minutes, Song Yi bought a bunch of ingredients, but then realized that he didn't have a refrigerator at home for the time being, so he had to give up for now.

On his way home, Song Yi saw a luxury car suddenly parked downstairs. He had a bad feeling and quickly went upstairs. The moment he pushed open the door, Song Yi was furious.

Zhou Yuyan was waiting for Song Yi at home. When she heard the knocking, she thought Song Yi had forgotten his keys. The moment she opened the door, she saw Wang Haiming and immediately tried to close it. Unfortunately, she was too weak and Wang Haiming barged in.

Then he started hitting himself again, just like before. What was even more painful for Zhou Yuyan was that even after the divorce, Wang Haiming would come back and beat her if he got angry or went crazy for some reason. Wang Fei didn't care at all, as long as he gave him money.

Wang Haiming grabbed Zhou Yuyan's face and slapped her repeatedly. He had never hit her face before because it would leave marks, but now it was different. People would only assume that Wang Fei had hit her.

Wang Haiming became more and more excited as he played, as if he had found a fun game.

Even after Song Yi came in, he didn't stop.

Song Yi stopped Wang Haiming. Looking at Zhou Yuyan, whose face and body were covered in injuries and who was trembling, Song Yi was so angry that he became frighteningly calm.

Song Yi's eyes held a dark cloud that seemed to blot out the sky; a list of one hundred ways to dissect Wang Haiming had already been compiled.

Wang Haiming watched as the person grabbing his wrist broke free, and he loosened his tie with his right hand, no longer concealing his perverted nature.

"Don't pretend, you just want money."

Wang Haiming took out his wallet, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, and threw it at Song Yi.

"Take the money and get out of here, don't keep me from venting my anger."

Wang Haiming and Wang Fei used to have this kind of deal: Wang Haiming would give him money to go out drinking, and he wouldn't care whether Wang Fei beat him or tortured him.

Zhou Yuyan clutched the broken porcelain shards tightly in her hand, ignoring the cuts on her hands, her eyes filled with terror.

She no longer dared to hope that anyone would come out to help her, wondering when this would ever end.

Song Yi walked up to Zhou Yuyan, took her hand in his, and gently comforted her, whispering:

"Take a deep breath and don't be afraid."

Looking into those calm eyes, Zhou Yuyan unconsciously took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Song Yi guided Zhou Yuyan to open her hands.

"Put down the shards of porcelain you're holding, so you don't hurt yourself."

Zhou Yuyan tensed up again, clutching the porcelain shard even tighter, as if it were her only lifeline.

Seeing that Zhou Yuyan couldn't let her guard down, Song Yi wiped the blood off her face and then covered her eyes with his hair.

"How about I help you get revenge?"

Upon hearing the words "revenge," Zhou Yuyan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and black energy even seeped from the top of her head, as if she might lose control and turn into a vengeful ghost at any moment.

Song Yi gently patted her head, then slowly stood up and walked to the door. Wang Haiming thought Song Yi was leaving, and even Zhou Yuyan thought Song Yi was abandoning her.

Then there was a loud slam as Song Yi closed the door and locked it.

Song Yi slowly took off his suit jacket and unfastened his watch.

Wang Haiming suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Haiming is 1.8 meters tall, while Song Yi is 1.89 meters tall. However, Wang Haiming works out regularly, so he looks more muscular than Song Yi.

"What, you've changed your mind? Want to stand up for your wife?"

"Wang Fei, you coward, do you dare to touch me?" Wang Haiming didn't take Song Yi seriously at all and kept provoking him, thinking that he, a drunkard, couldn't possibly have any fighting power.

"I'll let you make the first move." After Song Yi finished speaking, Wang Haiming decided to teach Song Yi a lesson and threw a punch directly at his face.

He thought it would hit Song Yi's face directly, causing him a concussion, but Song Yi caught it easily.

Song Yi gripped Wang Haiming's fist and slowly tightened his grip: "That's all the strength you've got. It's my turn."

Song Yi retaliated by punching Wang Haiming in the temple, but with less force; knocking him unconscious would be pointless.

Wang Haiming saw stars, paused for a moment, shook his head, and realized that he was caught off guard. But he couldn't stand being punched by a piece of trash.

Wang Haiming lunged forward to punch Song Yi, but Song Yi easily dodged. Song Yi then punched him in the stomach, followed by a punch to the face, knocking out two of Wang Haiming's teeth. Song Yi continued to punch him, getting angrier and angrier with each blow.

"I spent six million to hire a three-time consecutive boxing champion for private lessons, and you still dare to mess with me?"

"Ding ding ding, the system notification sound was deafening, as if it were free, announcing that Song Yi's hunting value was 99.99%."

Since it couldn't go any higher, but the system still wanted to express the NPC's vengeful nature, Song Yi's "hunted" value display bar changed from transparent to red, then purple, and finally glowing black.

Song Yi was the first person to dare to provoke an NPC like this, and he was a newcomer at that. To commemorate this, the system bestowed upon him unparalleled glory, a black, glowing display bar.

"Haha, well done, that was so satisfying! Song Yi is a real man."

"It was exhilarating, but it feels like the young man's death is already a foregone conclusion."

"Yes, it's such a pity. Although the plot was very exciting, the young man was too impulsive. Newcomers are actually better off playing it safe."

The other four players didn't know what was happening, but they could hear the system's announcement.

The system kept announcing that Song Yi's kill threshold was 99.99%. At first, everyone thought the system was bugged, as it kept repeating the same message. Later, they realized that it wasn't.

What happened? Just who is this Song Yi? How could he have provoked an NPC like this?

Does he really not want to live anymore?

"Wang Fei, you dare hit me? I'll kill you!"

Song Yi chuckled lightly, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite Wang Haiming.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

"Besides, do you think you can even go out today?"

Wang Haiming, slurring his words, asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Yi picked up a wrench that seemed to have flown out of nowhere, stepped on Wang Haiming's hand, and with one wrench, Wang Haiming's entire hand bone was smashed to pieces—the same hand that had slapped Zhou Yuyan.