Chapter 31 "Gods Will Be Slain!"

Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes simultaneously darting toward the elevator entrance.

He Chunmei, who had been about to continue arguing with Su Dai and her husband, immediately shut her mouth.

Witnessing this absurd scene, Su Dai couldn't help shaking her head and whispering to Sun Jingtao:

"Honey, doesn't this whole situation feel like 'bloody drama opening the door for bloody drama'—just utterly ridiculous drama!"

Not wanting to watch this farce any longer or get involved, she simply took her husband's hand and headed toward the walking staircase in the fire escape.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Everyone had already prepared to surge forward eagerly.

But when they saw Jiang Yan striding out aggressively holding an enormous chainsaw, they instinctively took several steps back.

Jiang Yan, standing at 168cm tall, wore eight-centimeter thick-soled, slip-resistant, heat-resistant shoes.

Her face was hidden behind sunglasses, her body clad in a slightly bizarre, sci-fi-style aluminum foil insulation suit.

Though slender, her powerful aura created an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

At first glance, she resembled a cool, badass female warrior straight out of Resident Evil.

Add to that the sharp chainsaw in her hand, its "buzzing" emitting an ear-piercing roar.

Without even considering anything else, the intimidation and horror factors were instantly maxed out.

It was as if her face was practically screaming the words "Gods will be slain, Buddhas will be slain!"

He Chunmei wiped the sweat from her forehead, exchanged a glance with Zhang Qiqi, and whispered:

"Holy crap! Where the hell did that brat get such a huge chainsaw?!"

"Sis, maybe she borrowed it from the property management office on the first floor? But theirs aren't that big, I think." Zhang Qiqi also looked puzzled for a moment.

When she had first moved in, she'd visited the property office twice and seen smaller chainsaws.

However, He Chunmei quickly regained her composure and shot a meaningful look at the people around her.

Two children who had been ready to run toward Jiang Yan froze timidly after one glance at the roaring chainsaw.

The carefully prepared speeches everyone had rehearsed now stuck in their throats, unspeakable.

Before anyone could utter a word, Jiang Yan abruptly turned off the chainsaw with a "click," fixing the crowd with an icy glare as she enunciated each word clearly:

"Let me make this perfectly clear one last time. You have ten seconds to get away from my doorstep. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Jiang Yan had no intention of wasting words on them.

She just wanted to cut through the nonsense like a hot knife through butter.

Hearing this, everyone exchanged uncertain glances.

A few had actually been swayed earlier, thinking they might as well join in since they had nothing better to do.

Several mothers, having experienced their husbands' infidelity during pregnancy, harbored intense hatred for mistresses.

Naturally, they projected this hatred onto Jiang Yan.

So after hearing He Chunmei's instigating words and assuming Jiang Yan was a mistress, they wanted to punish her.

But now, seeing this display of sheer intimidation, whether she was a mistress or not became irrelevant.

She was not someone to be messed with.

Definitely not.

Some quickly reconsidered and prepared to turn and leave.

After all, it was just about enjoying some air conditioning—hardly worth risking their lives over.

Noticing the crowd's wavering resolve from the corner of her eye, Zhang Qiqi quickly stepped forward with a charming smile:

"What are you doing, little sister? We're all neighbors and good sisters here, right? Let's talk this out—"

Slap!

Before Zhang Qiqi could even finish her plea, Jiang Yan let out a cold laugh and swung the gleaming saw blade in her hand, resting it heavily on Qiqi's shoulder.

"!!!"

The icy touch of metal and its crushing weight made Qiqi's pupils contract instantly, her body trembling involuntarily.

"Heavens!!"

The crowd gasped in unison.

"Mom!"

Seeing this, Song Xiaofei darted forward and clung to Jiang Yan's leg: "Auntie, please! Don't hurt my mom!!"

"Little sister, is this really necessary—" He Chunmei's words died in her throat.

Because she clearly saw Jiang Yan twist her wrist slightly, adjusting the saw blade flat against Qiqi's shoulder.

Its serrated edge now pressed perilously close to Qiqi's pale, delicate neck.

The onlookers broke into a cold sweat for Qiqi.

One flick of Jiang Yan's finger on the trigger, and Qiqi could lose her head.

Sure, we live in a society governed by law—she probably wouldn't dare.

But judging by this woman's attire and demeanor, she might just be unhinged.

Would a lunatic murder someone in broad daylight?

Who knows.

Anything's possible.

Besides, those with nothing to lose fear no consequences.

Most of us here have families to protect.

Even if she doesn't dare touch us, what if she goes after our elderly parents or young children later?

Some began retreating.

Others secretly dialed emergency services.

But the line remained stubbornly busy.

One woman raised her phone—whether to gather evidence or start a livestream—only to freeze under Jiang Yan's glare.

"Put. That. Down." The command cracked like a whip.

The woman hesitated, then reluctantly lowered her device.

Jiang Yan clenched her free hand, forcing patience into her voice:

"Let me make this clear—whether I live in a thousand-square-meter mansion or sleep on a five-hundred-square-meter bed is none of your damn business! As for letting you in? That depends on whether I choose to tolerate your moral blackmail.

But if you keep blocking my way home, you're violating public access laws—committing a crime! If you're determined to break the law, I'll happily oblige you!!"

Her words were clearly aimed at the rabble.

The crowd had already wavered, only pride keeping them there.

Now, with mumbled excuses and nudged elbows, they dispersed—heads bowed in guilty relief.

None dared approach the elevator where Jiang Yan stood.

They took the walking staircase down to the 31st floor before switching elevators.

"S-sis, what do you want?" All Qiqi's earlier bravado had evaporated. Left alone, her trembling intensified, face bleaching whiter by the second.

Jiang Yan ground her molars and spat two icy words: "Teach you."

"T-teach me? Why?! I didn't even say much! If anyone deserves it, it's He Chunmei!

She's the one who riled us up! Said you were a homewrecker! Said you were pure evil!!

She said—" Qiqi's jaw dropped mid-sentence before she suddenly wailed, pointing accusingly at the sole remaining He Chunmei.

Over there, He Chunmei's face turned pale then flushed with anger as she listened to the words.

She could hardly restrain herself from stepping forward and slapping Jiang Yan right then.

Jiang Yan let out a cold laugh. "Do I need a reason to teach you a lesson?!"

After speaking, she took several deep breaths in secret.

She had actually imagined countless ways to eliminate Zhang Qiqi.

But now,

Just hold on a little longer!

She had to keep her rationality in check!

Hearing her words, Zhang Qiqi felt a chill run down her spine. Her legs went weak, and she nearly dropped to her knees with a "thud" before Jiang Yan.