Instant Karma!

In reality, the moment they entered the 27th floor, Jake "saw" them. Jake watched with interest as they climbed to the 32nd floor. Finally, the woman stopped in front of his door. The man hid behind the stairwell door, seeming to be holding a knife in his hand.

Through his perception view, he saw the man's body was fat and bloated, and the woman's body was slender and curvaceous. In his perception view, both of them emitted blood-red light, representing strong hostility.

Olivia's peephole was a smart peephole, with a small monitor screen inside the door. Jake clearly saw what they looked like. It was indeed Fatty Mike and his beautiful fiancée, Michelle. Michelle faced Jake's apartment door, standing sideways to Olivia's door. Mike Peterson held his kitchen knife and hid sneakily in the stairwell. They thought they had avoided Jake's peephole, but they didn't know they were seen perfectly clear by Olivia's peephole.

Jake sneered: "As expected, they had ulterior motives!"

Olivia looked at the two people on the screen and said in shock: "Jake, he has a knife! What are they trying to do?"

She wasn't too nervous. Jake's power gave her a great sense of security. That fatty holding the kitchen knife was basically a sitting duck. However, she hadn't expected order to collapse so quickly. They were already doing home invasions?

Jake said calmly: "I'll find you another sister."

Olivia was momentarily stunned, her mind filled with mixed feelings. There was the schadenfreude of gloating over their misfortune. There was also a pang of jealousy that Jake would have another woman. And there was even a sense of relief she couldn't quite voice. It would be good to have another woman share the burden.

Jake picked up his phone and called Michelle, deliberately teasing the couple: "Mike Peterson isn't there, right?"

Michelle said without batting an eye: "He's not here."

Mike Peterson gripped the kitchen knife with both hands behind the stairwell door.

Jake didn't expose her lie and said: "Step back a bit, turn around once, let me see if you have any weapons."

Michelle nervously clutched her handbag, stepped back, and slowly turned around. Jake noticed her actions and knew there was probably something in her handbag.

System automatically prompted:

[Michelle] [Age: 23] [Quality Score: 8.5 points] (Stunningly beautiful wife) [Character Score: 9 points] (Untouched, already engaged) [Overall Score: 8.5 points]

[Ding! Meets system requirements!]

She's actually untouched! Mike Peterson, I gave you a chance but you failed!

Jake laughed heartily: "Tsk tsk, black stockings, beautiful legs, nice, very thoughtful. I'm very satisfied."

Bastard! Mike Peterson was so angry blood rushed to his head. He gripped the kitchen knife with both hands, his fingers turning white. He just wanted to charge into the apartment immediately, kick Jake out, and he and Michelle would occupy Jake's apartment and the food inside!

Michelle said feigning impatience: "Is that enough? I'm just a woman, what are you afraid of?" She felt a little nervous in her heart. Why is this guy so cautious?

Jake chuckled: "Can't see her shoes clearly. Take a few more steps back, let me see if they're high heels."

Michelle's face turned red with anger. Unaware it was a trick, she could only take a few more steps back. She had retreated to Olivia's doorstep. Mike Peterson was grinding his teeth in anger, staring fixedly at Jake's apartment door. The further Michelle was, the less guarded Jake would be, and his chance of success would be greater... When you open the door, I'll fucking kill...

Boom!

Just then, the other apartment door suddenly opened! The security door swept quickly past Michelle's nose, sweeping away a piece of hair. Michelle screamed in fright:

"Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jake grabbed her collar and yanked hard. Under Jake's immense strength, Michelle had no ability to resist at all. She was dragged into the room like a ragdoll. Jake casually tossed her aside. Unable to stand steadily in her high heels, she stumbled and fell face down on the floor, crying out in pain from the fall.

"Ah!"

Bang!

Jake then slammed the security door shut, locking it with a click.

Mike Peterson had been staring fixedly at Jake's door. He didn't expect the door next door to suddenly open. Only then did he react, quickly charging out with the kitchen knife raised. However, all that was left before him was a cold, solid security door.

His wife was actually snatched away right in front of him! Mike Peterson's blood rushed to his head. He angrily pounded on the door: "You motherfucker are seeking death!"

Inside the apartment.

Jake, without a word, drove a knee into Michelle's back as she struggled to get up, pinning her down on the floor again.

"Ah!" Michelle cried out in pain: "Pain! Pain! Be gentle!" She had never suffered like this in her life. Tears instantly flowed.

Jake was utterly unpitying. He grabbed her handbag and snatched it away. A quick look through, and he found the pepper spray inside.

"Bitch! What were you trying to do?" Jake sneered and slapped her across the face.

Slap!

Michelle was slapped so hard she didn't dare cry out. Trembling, she argued: "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, it's for self-defense!"

Jake took out the wide transparent tape he had prepared. With a few quick pulls, he bound Michelle's hands behind her back. He ripped her stockings and used them to tie her ankles. Then he forcefully stuffed the stockings into her mouth and wrapped the tape around three times.

Muffled whimpers. Michelle's mind went blank from fright, struggling on the floor. Her planned beauty trap had no chance to be implemented. She was controlled in the blink of an eye.

Jake held her down and, just like he did with Olivia, carefully searched every indentation on her body. After confirming there were no hidden weapons, he flipped her over and punched Michelle in the abdomen.

Bang!

Michelle's eyes bulged, and she curled up like a shrimp, only able to retch.

Olivia watched, her heart chilling. Good thing I didn't resist... This man is too violent. At the same time, she also felt a sense of security. In this chaotic world, perhaps only by following a man like this could she survive?

Clang clang clang! Clang clang clang!

Mike Peterson was still pounding on the door outside, but it was useless. Security doors aren't that easy to open. Mike Peterson roared in agony: "Jake! Hand over my wife!"

Jake freed a hand, chuckling through the door: "Thanks for the wife, Boss! You're too generous!"

Generous my ass! Mike Peterson was going crazy with anger: "Let her go now, or I'm calling the police."

Jake scoffed: "You haven't paid the salary you owe me from last month. Just use your wife to pay it back."

Jake could already "see" that the mutated husky had run up from the 28th floor. It was emitting bright red light, coming upstairs quickly. Mike Peterson was still cursing, completely unaware: "Damn it! Let my wife go! Or I'll make sure you die horribly!"

Jake said unhurriedly: "Fatty Mike, I don't know if I'll die, but you're definitely dead today!"

Mike Peterson had been pounding on the door for a while and was out of breath. With one hand on his knee and the other holding the kitchen knife, he cursed: "Come out if you dare!"

Jake chuckled: "Idiot, take a look behind you."

Mike Peterson was stunned for a moment. What does that mean? Just then, bellows-like breathing sounds came from the stairwell entrance.