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

Zhang Yan's lips moved, as if she wanted to say a few more words in her defense.

"That's enough." A soft yet cold voice interrupted her.

Li Mengmeng stood to the side, her usual innocent and carefree face gone, her big eyes staring at Zhang Yan as if she were looking at a pile of unrecyclable trash.

"You fucking deserve to die, Zhang Yan."

The fact that such a vulgar word came out of the mouth of a baby-faced loli was incredibly jarring, yet it also made people feel extremely relieved.

Although Wang Wei, who was not far away, hadn't heard the conversation clearly, he was perceptive.

He raised an eyebrow at Bai Li and shook the beer bottle he was holding.

The meaning is quite clear:

[Brother, just give the order and I'll be there in a heartbeat, even if it's a woman, I'll take her down without hesitation.]

Xia Qing, sitting in the corner, looked completely bewildered.

She looked at Zhang Qian, who suddenly broke down in tears, and then at Zhang Yan, whose face was covered in blood, completely bewildered by the situation.

Zhao Gang, who had been offline, finally came to his senses.

He was in a state of mental breakdown, feeling like he was being outdone, itchy, and smelly.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!!!"

Zhao Gang jumped up, looking furious:

"Oops! You guys are pretending I don't exist, aren't you?!"

He felt that his dignity as a man had been seriously challenged.

Today was supposed to be his home turf, but instead of showing off, he got fucked.

It's one thing to be completely crushed by Bai Li, but now Bai Li and his girlfriend are taking turns slapping their little darlings.

"Bai Li! What right do you have to hit my girlfriend?!"

Zhao Gang roared and charged towards them, wanting to get revenge:

"Am I some spineless man? I hit women too, I'm telling you!"

He strode along, and accidentally knocked over Zhang Yan's bag.

With a whoosh.

The contents of the bag were scattered all over the floor.

Lipstick, face powder, condoms...

There was also a neatly folded A4 sheet of paper.

That's the hospital's test report.

Zhao Gang subconsciously glanced down.

That one glance was enough to make his eyes almost pop out.

[Severe cases of agaric mushroom infection], [Positive for Treponema pallidum]...

Zhang Yan has basically contracted every conceivable disease; her body is like a breeding ground for venomous insects.

The following description of symptoms is an almost perfect depiction of Jill's current condition.

And there's a helpful tip on the last line:

[It is highly contagious, and even if cured, there is a high probability of loss of fertility.]

"No!!"

When Zhang Yan saw that Zhao Gang had seen the paper, she let out a desperate scream.

Bai Li observed coldly, then added casually:

"See, we didn't even have to inform on them; this is retribution."

Zhao Gang's hands were shaking, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

He stared intently at the paper, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

No wonder my manhood always smells and itches...

Is it almost incurable?

Loss of fertility?

Is the Zhao family line dead?

"The surprises aren't over yet."

Li Mengmeng stretched out her fair finger and pointed to Zhang Yan's phone on the table:

"It might be even more exciting inside."

Zhang Yan rushed over like a madwoman, trying to grab the phone and delete the text messages:

"Don't look! Zhao Gang, don't look!!"

"I'm begging you, please don't look! If you do, I'll hang myself on your doorstep!!"

But by this time, Zhao Gang was completely enraged. He kicked Zhang Yan away and then grabbed his phone.

The barrage of message pop-ups on the screen, each word like a knife stained with excrement, stabbed viciously into Zhao Gang's heart.

Homeless man, Grandpa Wang:

[Under the bridge arch... there are even steamed buns stuck upside down... all the brothers miss you...]

[Remember not to tell your idiot boyfriend, hehe, let him raise our kids.]

"vomit--"

Zhao Gang felt his stomach churning. The stench had already conjured up images of several filthy homeless men in his mind, chuckling foolishly.

And Tom playing the symphony.jpg, Princess Fifi being besieged.jpg.

Bang! Zhang Yan's phone was smashed to pieces by the enraged Zhao Gang.

"Fuck your mother, Zhang Yan!!"

"If I can't kill you in three punches, I'm not a true Confucian!"

A fierce roar echoed throughout the private room.

"You slut!! You're a fucking whore who's been ridden by ten thousand men, a slut who can be used by any man!!"

Zhao Gang lunged forward, gripping Zhang Yan's neck tightly with both hands.

"I spent money on you! I bought you bags! I even wanted to marry you and buy you a house! And you went and slept with a homeless man behind my back?!"

"And you even passed this filthy disease on to me?!"

"I'll strangle you! I'll kill you, you biological weapon!"