Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Da Jun glared at him with a ferocious glare, looking like he wanted to rip him to shreds. Gritting his teeth, he snarled:

"You little—"

*Bang!*

The last word came out as nothing more than a breathy sound, but Jiang Nian still heard it. The hand holding the gun slammed against the side of Da Jun’s neck, while his other fist drove hard into his stomach.

"The hell you cursing at, huh? Who do you think you’re messing with? You been eating shit? That why your mouth’s so foul?"

After delivering a few more punches, Jiang Nian aimed the last one straight at Da Jun’s face. Just as Da Jun tried to retaliate with a kick, Jiang Nian smoothly swept his leg against his knee.

With a pained groan, Da Jun dropped to his knees, his face contorted in pain.

The side of his face that had been struck swelled rapidly, blood seeping from his lips. His jaw clenched, his breathing ragged, veins popping on his forehead and neck, his skin flushing a deep, angry purple. Yet his eyes remained vicious.

Jiang Nian’s rebellious streak surged to new heights as he stepped forward and kicked Da Jun square in the chest.

"Quit givin’ me that nasty look, asshole!"

He’d seen that kind of look too many times. Growing up with a gentle appearance and coming from a single-parent household, he’d gotten shoved into school bathrooms plenty of times since middle school. Of course, those who tried to corner him ended up choking on toilet water more times than not.

When he was harassed during part-time jobs, he almost dunked some dumbass manager’s face in a fryer.

And when some creep tried to push himself after getting shot down, he nearly lost his family jewels…

Aside from backing up younger kids in school alleys, he had a damn good track record in this department.

It wasn’t like he enjoyed fighting, but if he didn’t, people would think he was an easy target—either trying to grab at him or take a damn bite. What the hell!

The only one who got to mess with him like that in this lifetime was his Brother Jing—end of story.

"..."

Seeing Da Jun nearly pass out from the kick, Xiao Liu panicked and lashed out:

"That’s your dad’s fault for not telling you! How’s that our problem?"

Then he glanced at Chen Shanmin and his family, who were approaching.

"What’re you squawking for? You want some too?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Nian repeated the same treatment he’d given Da Jun on Xiao Liu. There was no need to shift blame—Chen Shanmin’s family would suffer worse than them anyway.

Xiao Liu wasn’t as tough as Da Jun. After a few hits, he curled up like a shrimp on the ground, howling like a wounded animal.

"You really think we don’t know what you were planning? How dare you say it’s got nothing to do with you?"

After cracking his knuckles, Jiang Nian felt satisfied. Throwing hands came easy to him—he knew exactly where to hit for maximum pain without being fatal.

Though he was kinda embarrassed "exposing his true nature" in front of acquaintances, especially since Uncle Li saw him as something of a kid.

But as long as Brother Jing didn’t find out, it was fine. He’d just buy everyone’s silence with snacks later to keep it a secret. He could still be the well-behaved one.

The teammates watching were equal parts shocked and satisfied. Uncle Li’s lips twitched as if holding back a laugh, but he also felt relieved. This was good—they handled crowd control while Jiang Nian vented his anger himself.

Liao Yu’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Finally, he got to witness his "brother-in-arms" cut loose. With that kind of muscle memory, even without using his superpower, he’d never stand a chance against him.

Maybe thinking Jiang Nian wouldn't dare kill him, Da Jun still glared defiantly, though he also sensed something was amiss.

Taking advantage of his pained head turn, he threw a sharp look at Chen Shanmin and the other two who had just approached, urging them to call for backup.

"Nian Nian, what's going on here?"

"Yeah, Jiang Nian, what’s the big deal all of a sudden? Let’s talk this through—we’re all friends here..."

Chen Shanmin and Chen Xiuling faked concern as they stepped forward, while Chen Lin sneakily grabbed her phone to make a call.

Jiang Nian, who had been closely watching their interactions, twisted his lips in a smirk:

"Since when were we on the same side?"

The next second, the barrel, still trained on Da Jun and Xiao Liu, whipped toward them, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

*Bang!*

"Ah!"

After the gunshot, Chen Lin's scream followed. Her right hand and phone exploded simultaneously, her left hand injured, blood spraying everywhere as she went down screaming.

"No need to hurry with that call!"

Jiang Nian's expression was calm, his tone indifferent, his cold stare locked onto Chen Lin’s mangled hands:

These same hands had, in his past life, choked him, forced medicine down his throat, forced life-sustaining IVs into him, and poured filthy, bacteria-ridden water into him!

"..."

The sudden attack froze everyone—even Liao Yu and the other teammates, along with Da Jun and Xiao Liu, were staring in shock.

Several seconds later, Chen Xiuling finally reacted, screaming as she turned and dove to grab her daughter:

"Ah!"

"Lin Lin..."

"Lin Lin... how are you...?"

Then she screamed wildly at Jiang Nian:

"Jiang Nian, are you insane?! What are you doing, you lunatic—"

*Bang!*

The second bullet kicked up dirt at their feet, successfully cutting off the rest of her words.

Chen Xiuling, clutching Chen Lin, scrambled away in terror, shaking violently, before turning to Chen Shanmin:

"Chen Shanmin! Are you just gonna stand there like a dead man?!"

"..."

Chen Shanmin snapped out of his daze amid the woman's screams, staring at Chen Lin, now covered in blood:

"Lin Lin!"

Then he turned to Jiang Nian, disbelief in his eyes:

"Jiang Nian! You... you're insane! What are you doing! How could you..."

His voice rose sharply, breaking with panic, only to cut off instantly as Jiang Nian turned the gun toward him.

In mere seconds, cold sweat beaded on his forehead and face.

"..."

Chen Shanmin struggled to steady his breathing, forcing calm into his voice as he tried to change the subject:

"I wanted to call you about changing the address, but you didn’t answer..."

Jiang Nian scoffed:

"Do you even buy that excuse yourself? Couldn’t you have sent a message?"

"I..."

Chen Shanmin faltered, stood frozen in awkward silence.

Jiang Nian shot back:

"You did it on purpose, and so did I."

Truthfully, it didn’t matter anymore—he just wanted to pull the trigger. Chen Lin conveniently gave him a "justifiable reason" by trying to tip someone off.

This wasn’t some TV drama where he’d play along like a fool. Did they think he wouldn’t notice their schemes right under his damn nose?

In his past life, it was Chen Lin who had force-fed him that doped-up nutrient mix, making sure he suffered to the end!

He had watched himself being devoured by zombies, watched Brother Jing clutching his torn-up corpse, screaming in grief—how could he not want revenge?

Those who loved him so deeply, forced to witness his death or transformation into a monster—what hell they must've gone through!

Chen Lin and Xia Weiwei had always been the instigators, with his stepmother whispering her poisonous lies in Chen Shanmin’s ear. His father, weak-willed and complicit, had ultimately abandoned him without a fight.

Now, he was just taking the first payment.

"..."

Chen Shanmin glanced at his wife and daughter, faking calm before speaking again:

"I was wrong, Jiang Nian, I’m sorry... But you can’t just shoot your sister! Whatever it is, we can work this out—"

Jiang Nian smirked:

"If I said 'die,' you think she'd obey? And let's get one thing straight, I have no siblings. My mother bore only me. If you don’t believe me, I'd be happy to send you to hell to ask her."

"..."