That's really strange.

If someone lives here, why hasn't there been any light on for several nights in a row?

Went to bed early?

Impossible.

Because he had observed this place around eight or nine at night before, and it was also dark, without lights.

That leaves only one possibility: the person went on a long trip and isn't home.

But if that's the case, wouldn't they take in the clothes from the balcony?

Are they that lazy?

Just leave them hanging there, waiting until you return?

"Maybe when they left, the clothes were still wet from washing and hadn't dried yet."

The delivery guy thought this.

He touched the clothes drying on the balcony; they were already completely dry.

This perfectly matched the timeline of being gone for several days.

He then walked towards the bedroom.

The beam from his flashlight swept across the bed in the bedroom.

The bedsheet was neatly arranged, and the quilt was also folded very tidily.

"Generally speaking, valuables are kept in the bedroom."

The delivery guy preferred to steal from houses occupied by married couples.

Because usually, before marriage, the man would prepare gold jewelry like the 'five golds' or something similar for the woman.

Additionally, with the convenience of online mobile payments nowadays,

the use of cash and such is becoming less and less common.

It's getting harder and harder to steal cash.

The delivery guy rummaged through the nightstand.

All he found were worthless things.

He searched under the bed again.

Completely empty.

"Cheapskate."

"If there's nothing in the wardrobe either, this trip will be a complete waste!"

The delivery guy was speechless.

He hated coming to the homes of single men the most.

"Don't worry, you won't leave empty-handed."

Just as the delivery guy turned to search the wardrobe, these words suddenly reached his ears.

Instantly, goosebumps covered his entire body.

His heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't this place supposed to be empty?

How could there suddenly be a voice?

He turned around, shining his flashlight towards the source of the sound.

The intense, bright beam shot over there, dispersing the darkness and bringing everything into clear view.

He saw a man with very pale skin standing there in the corner of the wall.

He was standing straight there, like a statue.

At first glance, the man looked just like a ghost.

His face was frighteningly pale, especially now in the dead of night, with the flashlight beam shining on it, making his complexion appear extremely pallid.

His eyes were closed, probably due to the sudden strong light in the darkness.

The delivery guy looked at the person standing in the corner.

He unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, then opened them wide again, hoping he was just hallucinating from exhaustion.

But the next moment, when he opened his eyes again,

he let out a terrified "Ah!"

Because that man with impossibly pale skin was already right in front of him.

The man's eyes were like those of a wild beast, his right hand swiftly rising; he seemed to be holding something in his right hand.

It emitted a blue electric glow.

It was a stun gun.

The stun gun struck the delivery guy's neck.

In an instant, the delivery guy shuddered all over and collapsed to the floor, eyes closed.

When he opened his eyes again,

the scene before him had completely changed.

"Wh-where am I?"

After being electrocuted unconscious by the stun gun, the delivery guy, upon opening his eyes,

immediately realized he was bound to a chair—the same model that Zhan Lang had been electrocuted in.

Both his hands and feet were shackled with iron cuffs.

All around, it was bright.

He seemed to be in the living room of a house.

In front of him stood four or five people.

Men and women.

Among them, the most familiar face was that man whose face was as pale as a ghost's.

"Wh-who are you? Why have you tied me up here? Let me go right now!!!"

The delivery guy yelled at the man with very pale skin, struggling with all his might.

"Who am I? My name is Bai Ze. As for why you're tied up here? You sneaked into my house acting suspiciously, and I haven't even asked you what you were doing? Instead, you're asking me?"

The man with extremely pale skin, paler than a woman's, was indeed Bai Ze.

The one looking for his younger sister at Alice Apartment.

"I... I'm delivering takeout!"

The delivery guy explained.

"Delivering takeout? Then I'd like to ask, what were you doing in my house?"

"Because... I knocked, and no one answered, so..."

The delivery guy couldn't continue his fabrication.

After all, even if no one answers the door for a delivery, at most you'd call or hang it on the door. What logic is there to enter someone else's house?

"Heh heh heh, Bai Ze, don't be so stern with him? He just entered your house to steal a few things, right?"

Sitting beside a redwood table in the living room was a man in his thirties.

At first glance, you'd think this man was a woman.

Because he was overly effeminate, even his voice was.

On the table was a pile of peanuts, melon seeds, candy, and walnuts.

The effeminate man was using a metal nutcracker to crack walnuts and eat them.

Bai Ze looked at the effeminate man and said calmly, "Alright then, shall I simply let him go? That would demonstrate my magnanimity."

The effeminate man hurriedly said, "No, no, I was just joking earlier. It's a shame to release prey that's finally in our hands, isn't it?"

Bai Ze said, "Then he's yours."

The effeminate man nodded, then got up from beside the table.

He came to stand in front of the delivery guy.

The effeminate man was still holding that metal nutcracker in his right hand, waving it before the delivery guy's eyes.

The delivery guy asked, "What do you want to do?"

The effeminate man gave a faint smile:

"You'll know soon enough."

The effeminate man's left hand shot out swiftly, grabbing hold of the delivery guy's *thing*.

A sense of foreboding rose in the delivery guy's heart.

Immediately after, he saw the effeminate man's right hand, holding the nutcracker, slowly moving downward.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

The delivery guy seemed to guess what the effeminate man intended to do next.

But he hoped it wasn't what he was thinking.

Yet, the ever-decreasing distance indicated that his guess was correct.

"No, no! What are you doing?! Get that away from me!"

At this moment, the delivery guy only felt one of his *balls* being lightly gripped by something.

Then, he heard a voice say: "Here we go!"

An excruciating, heart-rending pain erupted from his crotch.

It instantly spread throughout his entire body.

The delivery guy's scream, like a rooster crowing, instantly echoed through the house.

In contrast, the effeminate man wore a smile, revealing his white teeth, though the strength in his hand was considerable.

There were several other people in the living room.

They all looked over.

One man stood up: "Too noisy, sounds like a pig being slaughtered. I'm going back to my own place first."

He walked past the area where the delivery guy was, turned his head, and saw that the lower part of the delivery guy's body was bleeding profusely.

It had soaked through the quite thick black pants.

Drip, drip, drip, all falling onto the tiled floor.

Moreover, after screaming for a while, this delivery guy actually passed out from the pain.

Looking at the dense sweat on his forehead,

it was the same. This man subconsciously glanced down at his own crotch, feeling a lingering fear.

"Men, ah, men. Letting me sever the root of suffering is the best thing possible."

The effeminate man covered his mouth with a light chuckle.

Who knows what devilish idea he would come up with next.

...

On a continent far, far away from Hua Country.

The currently recognized world's number one superpower—America—is rooted in this land.

This nation, less than 250 years old, compared to the histories of other countries in the world, is an absolute youngster in terms of age.

But it is this youngster that looks down upon all rivals.