When the small security guard went to open the door,

Nan Muran directly grabbed the chair tied to Zhang Kun and dragged both the chair and him behind the balcony curtains.

“You, come here.” Nan Muran beckoned the woman, who had been acting foolish in the living room, to hide with her.

After the small security guard brought Qi Li, who had come to visit late at night, into the living room, he was clearly stunned. Where was everyone?

“Where’s your captain?” Qi Li glanced at the couch, which emitted a foul smell, and then looked at the disgusting scene around him. After a moment of hesitation, he awkwardly found a place to sit down.

The small security guard, upon hearing his question, was momentarily unsure how to respond. “Dr. Qi, is there something urgent that brought you here so late?”

“I have some matters to discuss with your captain. Could you please bring him out?” Qi Li looked refined, but his tone was unmistakably arrogant.

“The captain and the others went to the top floor, and they haven’t returned yet,” the small security guard had no choice but to lie.

Qi Li was visibly taken aback. “They went to the top floor?”

The top floor, the 36th floor, had only one resident: Nan Muran. It seemed that these people had made a move tonight.

“Yes, they went up with Elder He,” the small security guard replied vaguely, knowing that Nan Muran was hiding because she didn’t want to be exposed.

Qi Li knew who Elder He was, and his heart began to race uncontrollably.

He wanted to go upstairs and rescue Nan Muran, but then he crazily believed that only after Nan Muran had endured all the torment and humiliation would she be willing to look at him, and only then would she belong to him again.

“How long has it been?” After a long pause, Qi Li asked with determination.

“About half an hour,” the small security guard casually gave him a random time.

Qi Li fell silent. Half an hour… the door probably still couldn’t be opened.

Glancing at his wristwatch, he thought to himself that he might as well wait a bit longer.

Seeing him check his watch, Nan Muran, hidden behind the curtains, wore a gaze as cold as death.

She didn’t rush to step out but glanced at the watch in her hand. It was only after over forty minutes passed that Qi Li stood up, intending to leave.

“So, Young Master Qi, are you planning to watch the show now?”

A cold, indifferent voice came from behind the curtains. Nan Muran, along with Tank and the dog, appeared at the balcony.

Qi Li was visibly shocked, his face turned ashen, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, “Ranchan.”

At that moment, he knew that Nan Muran had discovered his dirty thoughts.

“I always thought you were just a trash who couldn’t control your lower body, not worthy of death. But now it seems you’re nothing but a scoundrel, and living is too good for you,” Nan Muran had already figured out that Qi Li’s purpose in coming to the 21st floor tonight was to ruin her through the security team, then show up pretending to be the good guy.

“Ranchan, let me explain,” Qi Li rushed to say.

“Explain what? Explain the reason you came here tonight, or explain your filthy intentions?” Nan Muran looked at him straightforwardly.

Qi Li, feeling guilty under Nan Muran’s gaze, wanted to argue, but he knew she wasn’t a fool. “We’ve been engaged, and I will take responsibility for you.”

“Do you deserve it?” Nan Muran mocked in return.

“I’ve realized my mistake, and I’ve already cut ties with Nan Muting. Why are you still clinging to past mistakes?” Qi Li’s voice grew increasingly angry.

“So, I should forget the past, and you can destroy me?” Nan Muran took a step forward, without hesitation slapping him hard across the face.

Qi Li, weakened by long-term malnourishment, was knocked to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

“Nan Muran!” Qi Li howled like a wild animal, blood dripping from his mouth.

Nan Muran took another step forward and kicked him in the abdomen. Qi Li curled up on the ground in pain.

Ignoring his suffering, Nan Muran struck him again and again, each blow filled with all her strength, wishing she could kill him on the spot.

Suddenly, Tank barked wildly from behind.

Turning around, Nan Muran realized that she didn’t know when, but Zhang Kun had already woken up. The ropes that had bound him were now untied.

Now, Zhang Kun was holding an ashtray and throwing it toward her head.

At the moment the ashtray was about to hit, Zhang Kun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

Tank lunged at him, tightly protecting Nan Muran.

Nan Muran drew her gun and fired. Zhang Kun’s hand, holding the ashtray, was shredded.

“Tank, are you alright?” Nan Muran asked, though her psychic powers had stopped Zhang Kun’s movement, the ashtray still grazed Tank.

Tank let out a cry, responding to her.

After confirming Tank was fine, Nan Muran immediately aimed her gun at the trembling woman by the curtains. The woman, terrified, gasped, “Please, let me go. I was wrong, I was wrong. I don’t want to die.”

“Earlier, it was fine, but now you deserve to die,” Nan Muran said without hesitation, pulling the trigger. The woman was shot in the forehead and collapsed.

Nan Muran had originally not planned to kill this woman. Both women had been mistreated and imprisoned, and this one was just a pitiable person.

But from the moment she untied Zhang Kun’s ropes, she knew she couldn’t spare her, even if she was a victim.

“Ah…” A sharp female scream echoed from behind.

Turning around, Nan Muran saw a completely naked woman, covered in bruises, trembling in fear at the scene before her.

Nan Muran furrowed her brows in displeasure.

The terrified small security guard rushed forward and tightly covered the woman’s mouth. “Hong Jie, don’t scream, I beg you.”

He pressed his hand tightly over her mouth, his fearful gaze shifting toward Nan Muran as he said, “Miss Nan, could you spare Hong Jie? She’s also a pitiful person. She’s never done anything bad to them.”

“Take her back to the room and keep her quiet,” Nan Muran said coldly, putting away her gun and drawing a knife as she moved toward Zhang Kun, who was writhing in pain on the floor.

“You filthy woman, I tell you, even if you kill me, you won’t escape,” Zhang Kun shouted through gritted teeth as he glared at Nan Muran.

Nan Muran sneered. “Your brain doesn’t seem to be working. If I can be here, do you think the others are far away?”

“You, killed them?” Zhang Kun’s eyes began to show fear.

“Don’t kill me. I have lots of supplies. Don’t kill me…” He began pleading, seeing Nan Muran coldly twirling the knife without saying a word.

Zhang Kun began to break down, crying and begging, until he started cursing, “Are you crazy? I gave you food and drink, I know where there’s a warehouse, lots of supplies, please spare me.

You can’t just kill me, please, I’m begging you.

If you kill me, even as a ghost, I’ll never forgive you.”

Nan Muran watched him break down, then casually asked, “Where’s the warehouse?”

Zhang Kun froze, but then he answered obediently, “The old factory district on Hangxiang Road in the south of the city, it’s a secret military supply depot. Everyone’s dead.”

Nan Muran nodded, not doubting his words.

However, she still gripped the knife and swiftly cut off his genitals.

The heart-wrenching pain shot through his body, and Zhang Kun lost the strength to curse. He curled up into a ball, screaming in agony as he rolled on the floor.

Qi Li, watching everything unfold, no longer had any thoughts of rekindling anything with Nan Muran. In his eyes, this ruthless woman, who could kill without blinking, was a demon.

He began dragging his tortured body, moving slowly toward a corner, hoping to escape Nan Muran’s sight.