Chapter 18 The Fierce Steel-Toothed Rabbit

Chapter 18: The Hot-Tempered Steel-Toothed Rabbit

This spineless coward, Chen Fei, who clung to life, spilled everything—relevant or not—like a sack of spilled beans the moment Xie Tingsheng questioned him.

From his fragmented words, Hua Diao pieced together the information she needed.

Turns out, Chen Fei was the brother-in-law of the security captain at Jinxiu Huayuan. A notorious local deadbeat who idled around all day, his family had finally had enough and called in favors to get him a job in the property management office. But just two days after he started, the apocalypse struck.

Luckily for him, he had stayed home the night before instead of going out, avoiding the disease-carrying mosquitoes and becoming one of the lucky few unscathed staff members. As a result, he was assigned the so-called "important task" of going door-to-door in Building A to survey residents and count those bitten by mosquitoes.

In modern society, apocalyptic fiction was widely known, and everyone—from eighty-year-olds to little kids—understood what the end of the world meant. Some, like Chen Fei, saw it as an opportunity to act on their darkest impulses, believing that in a chaotic world, the bold would thrive while the timid would starve.

Seizing the moment, he gathered his gang under the guise of official duty, shaking down residents for loot.

By the time they reached the 17th floor, they encountered two women who looked well-off but turned out to be cheap and loudmouthed. It took threats and force to wring anything out of them.

But the woman in 1702, bitter over losing her belongings, sold out Hua Diao to barter back her stuff.

She described Hua Diao as a wealthy, beautiful, and helpless young woman living alone—a pushover for someone like Chen Fei. She even hinted that Hua Diao was single and timid like a little white rabbit, implying he could do whatever he wanted with her, barge in, and take as much as he pleased, since no one would care in the current chaos.

Chen Fei, unable to resist the temptation, immediately felt his blood rush. He cast aside his "good brothers" and raced up solo, itching to get his hands on her first. That's when he rudely knocked on her door.

Now, kowtowing like a worm, Chen Fei blamed it all on the woman from 1702, swearing to heaven that the wicked idea wasn't his own, but that she had deliberately enticed him.

Hua Diao’s face scrunched behind her mask. "You’re sure it was 1702, not 1701?"

Chen Fei insisted he couldn’t possibly be mistaken about what had just happened.

Xie Tingsheng glanced at Hua Diao, his cold demeanor softening slightly. "What’s the issue?"

Hua Diao nodded grimly. "Oh, it’s a *huge* problem."

1701 was the home of the male lead, Chu Chengling. 1702 belonged to the female lead, Jiang Yao.

She had had beef with Chu Chengling’s mother before, so if the old woman had sent thugs after her, she’d understand. But why would Jiang Yao’s mother do this?

They’d never even met, despite living on the same floor.

Was it because the female supporting character, Hua Diao, had stolen her daughter's man?

Hua Diao frowned, her impression of this never-before-met mother of the female lead plummeting. Even if she hated the original Hua Diao, sending a thug to trash her place was beyond cruel. Society hadn't collapsed yet—how dare she maliciously scheme and guide a thug to her door? If Hua Diao had truly been a defenseless young woman with no one to protect her, she’d have been left with no way to cry for help.

Her temper flared.

"Let’s go, Old Xie. Bring him along—we’re settling scores." Hua Diao’s face was set. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, whipping out a sleek lady’s pistol from her space, and barreled downstairs with a fierce aura.

Chen Fei’s eyes nearly popped out. Sweat poured down his face as he gulped.

This was the "helpless young woman"?

More like a raging steel-toothed bunny—a true Big Sister!

Xie Tingsheng watched the young woman strut down the stairs with an air of defiance, his lips curling into a smile. Then his gaze turned icy toward the man kneeling on the ground.

A chill shot through Chen Fei. He instantly scrambled to his feet, bowing and scraping, humbly insisting he could walk on his own and didn't need to be dragged.

Hua Diao blazed ahead, heading downstairs, only to run into a group of thugs joking around and heading upstairs in the stairwell.

Spotting their "boss" coming down, they immediately grinned and called out, "Hey, boss, why are you back so soon? It's only been a few minutes, that's way too fast! We just swiped some 'fun' pills from downstairs—want some, boss?"

Before he could finish his words, Chen Fei snapped at him, "Hell no, I ain’t eating that! I need some emergency heart meds more than anything! Shut the hell up, don’t you see Big Sister and the boss are here?"

Then, with a wary glance at the chilling presence beside him, he grimaced and shot them urgent looks, frantically signaling: *This is serious trouble, just shut up already.*

"Huh?"

The group of thugs was baffled by his antics, but out of years of unspoken understanding, they wisely kept their mouths shut.

Then, instinctively, they looked at Hua Diao walking at the front—only now noticing the gun in her hand.

*Hiss—*

And then at the stone-cold enforcer next to Chen Fei, who also held a gun.

They recoiled in shock once more.

"Holy crap, a gun... a gun..."

They choked up like scared chickens, then immediately became obedient as hell. After Hua Diao and the other two descended, they followed meekly behind.

They were just idle troublemakers, used to messing with girls or bullying old men—they'd never seen a gun before!

Seeing they knew better, Hua Diao snorted but didn’t bother with them for now. With a toss of her head, she led the group in a swaggering mob to the door of Unit 1702 on the 17th floor.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The knocking was aggressive, slamming against the door with force.

Jiang Yu, the youngest son of the Jiang family, who had been curled up on the sofa eating snacks, jolted in fear. "M-Mom, are they back again? Quick, hide the stuff!"

Mrs. Jiang's face went pale, looking downright terrified. She shrieked at Mr. Jiang, who was about to open the door, "Don’t open it! Our daughter isn’t back yet—it must be those thugs again!"

"They can’t get in. Once they’re done knocking, they’ll leave."

But her words were instantly proven wrong. A series of gunshots rang out—*bang! bang! bang!*—as bullets riddled the door lock. Then, with a final forceful shove, the lock clattered to the floor inside.

The three inside were scared out of their wits, paralyzed like sitting ducks!