Bringing the Culprit to Apologize

Four Monkey screeched and lunged straight at Zhang Yang, swiping at his face.

"Fuck, you're trying to wreck my face? I'll finish you first!"

Zhang Yang grabbed at him, but caught only his tail. Four Monkey's front paws had already reached his face, so Zhang Yang yanked hard and flung him away.

Smack...

"Ah... Aaaah... Aaah—"

It was a complete accident. Zhang Yang's throw sent Four Monkey into Wu Hao, who was crouched on the windowsill waiting to jump. By then, it was too late for Wu Hao to regret it. He lost his balance and toppled outward.

"Son!"

Fatty Wu screamed and lunged after him.

Rip—

Thud!

Fabric tore. Fatty Wu caught only a scrap of cloth, and Wu Hao fell from the windowsill with a dull thud.

Zhang Yang frowned and rushed to the window to look down. Wu Hao made no sound on the ground, but he was still moving.

"Ha! He really isn't dead!"

Without waiting for Fatty Wu and Wu Baobao upstairs, Zhang Yang hurried down first. He checked Wu Hao's pulse. The man was still alive, but barely. Without hesitation, Zhang Yang took out a Qi-Supplementing Pill and stuffed it into Wu Hao's mouth.

Wu Hao couldn't even feel pain. His whole body was numb.

Fatty Wu charged downstairs, shouting all the way. Wu Hao really was alive. He lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, his pupils darting back and forth.

"Told you he wouldn't die! You wouldn't believe me. Of all the things to experiment with, you had to use your own life. Well, we have to go."

There wasn't even any blood on the ground under the lights. Zhang Yang picked Wu Hao up, turned toward the door, and waved.

"No need to see us out. And Baobao, neither