Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Thirty seconds later.

Da Hu stopped what he was doing.

Zhang Jirong had already fainted from the pain and was lying sprawled on the floor.

Zhang Qian's mother witnessed the entire process, and fear overwhelmed all her emotions.

She finally broke down and cried:

"You devil!!"

Bai Li ignored him, walked to the coffee table, picked up a bar of chocolates, and threw it at Da Hu's feet:

"This is a reward."

When Da Hu saw the chocolate that had fallen on the floor, his eyes lit up.

He crawled over like a dog, stuffing the foil directly into his mouth without even peeling it off.

"So...so delicious!"

Big Tiger chewed while mumbling incoherently.

"It tastes so much better than the swill my uncle gave me!"

Bai Li watched Da Hu eat like this.

This idiot is easy to control.

[Now that Zhang Jirong is in that kind of closed ward, it would be so boring if he just lay there sleeping all day.]

[He should be tormented by this Down syndrome child for the rest of his life, forever living in fear and dread.]

Bai Li took a step forward.

"Big Tiger".

Upon hearing the sound, the tiger immediately stopped chewing.

Bai Li pointed to Zhang Jirong on the ground:

"In a little while, someone will come and take you away. To a very big place."

Bai Li made arrangements for the follow-up.

Big Tiger listened blankly.

Bai Li throws out the bait:

"When you get there, if you still want to eat chocolate, just do what you did just now every day..."

Da Hu turned his big head, looked at Zhang Jirong, and then at his blood-stained fingers.

"After you've finished stuffing it in, go report to the guy in the white shirt over there. They'll give you chocolate. Got it?"

Big Tiger nodded repeatedly.

"I...I heard it!"

Just then, knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the security door.

The timing was perfect, ten minutes.

Bai Li turned around, walked to the entrance, grasped the doorknob, and pulled the door open.

Three men in dark blue uniforms stood outside the door. The one in the lead was bald, wearing a mask, and carrying a first-aid kit.

Two people were pushing a stretcher behind them.

"Young Master Bai?" The bald man looked at Bai Li with a respectful attitude.

Bai Li nodded.

"Are these the patients?" The bald man glanced into the room.

"Yes, thank you for your help." Bai Li stepped aside.

The bald man led his men in.

He glanced around the living room, his gaze sweeping over the three people on the floor, without even changing his expression—very professional.

The bald man walked up to Zhang Jirong.

He looked at Zhang Jirong's miserable state and then at the bloodstains on the ground.

"Don't worry, Young Master Bai, they seem to have a severe case of mental illness."

Having been greeted by Zhao Donghai, the bald man, without batting an eye, pointed at Zhang Jirong and began to blatantly lie:

"This is the most serious case; he already has self-harm tendencies. We will arrange for him to be restrained with a restraint belt around the clock."

The bald man turned his head and looked at Big Tiger, who was sitting on the ground still savoring the chocolate.

"This guy looks hopeless." The bald man waved to his men, "Put him in a straitjacket in a bit."

Finally, the bald man's gaze fell on Zhang Qian's mother.

But before Zhang Qian's mother could even speak, she impatiently shouted:

"right!"

"I'm sick too! Take me away now!"

She turned her head and glanced at Bai Li in horror:

"I never want to see that devil again."

She would rather be locked up in a mental hospital than stay in this room for another second.

The bald man kicked her away.

"I guarantee those three will never be released."

The bald man looked at Bai Li and made a promise:

"The windows there were welded shut, and they were only given steamed buns and water for three meals a day."

Bai Li nodded.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The bald man waved his hand, and his two henchmen immediately stepped forward.

They moved with practiced skill, first lifting the unconscious Zhang Jirong onto a stretcher and binding his hands and feet with leather belts.

Then he took out a white restraint garment, put it on Da Hu, and tied his hands behind his back.

Zhang Qian's mother got up from the ground on her own and walked to the stretcher, waiting to be taken away.

Just as they were about to leave.

"Wait a minute," Bai Li said.

He walked up to Zhang Qian's mother.

The woman shrank back in fright, pressing her back against the wall.

Without saying a word, Bai Li reached out and grabbed the small cloth bag hanging from her waist.

Unzip the zipper and dump everything inside onto the floor.

A few crumpled coins, a lighter, and two small plastic-sealed white packets.

Bai Li picked up the two small white bags and handed them to the bald man.

"These things must absolutely not be touched by her." Bai Li looked at the bald man and emphasized the key point:

Not even a tiny bit.

The bald man took it, and after recognizing what it was, his expression changed drastically.

"clear."

He stuffed the items into his pocket, his attitude serious and earnest.

When Zhang Qian's mother saw Bai Li take the medicine away, her expression, which had just been one of relief at escaping the den of iniquity, crumbled.

That was her fate.

"Give it back to me!"

She lunged forward like a madwoman, her hands flailing wildly in the air.

She would rather be beaten to death by Bai Li or have marbles stuffed into her mouth by Da Hu than have no medicine.

The excruciating pain during an attack, like a hundred claws scratching at your heart, or ants crawling into your bones, can make you feel like you're peeling your own skin off.

Bai Li dodged to the side.

The bald man's men moved swiftly, one on each side, pressing down on her shoulders.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The woman was pinned to the ground, struggling desperately, her head banging against the floor repeatedly.

"Give me the medicine! Give me the medicine!"

Her face contorted in pain, and she let out a wild howl.

"Please! Give me just one bite! Just one bite!"

She kowtowed to Bai Li.

Bai Li stood there, watching her roll on the ground, his expression unchanged throughout.

Two henchmen took out nylon ropes, tied the woman's hands behind her back, and dragged her up from the ground.

"Take him away," the bald man ordered.

Zhang Jirong, Da Hu, and Zhang Qian's mother were dragged out of the security door one by one.

The hallway echoed with the woman's cries and curses.

"May they die a horrible death!"

"Give me back my medicine..."

Then, the sound of a car engine starting up came from downstairs, and then everything fell silent.