episode_0042

Perhaps he should ask Luo Tianyou for some writing tips.

This bestselling author could probably offer him a lot of useful advice.

Lin Yi pondered this as he rode the bus back to his apartment.

Arriving downstairs, he saw the security guards arguing with a group of people.

“Seriously, what do you mean by ‘strict security measures’? We got attacked! What the hell were you guys even doing?!”

“Yeah! We were just walking up the stairs when someone knocked us out and dumped us at the entrance! Do you know how many people saw us like that?!”

“This is insane!”

A crowd of women surrounded the guards, venting their fury.

Lin Yi watched curiously.

What was going on?

Had there been an assault?

But the residential complex’s security was supposed to be pretty good, right?

No sooner had this thought crossed Lin Yi’s mind than the memory of the truck that had climbed up to the 13th floor made him reconsider.

If someone could scale the building from the first floor all the way to the 13th—even at night—then the security measures couldn’t be that great. At the very least, there should be nighttime patrols to justify calling it “security.”

And the first floor wasn’t even residential—it was a row of traditional storefronts, meaning the ceiling height was much taller than the standard 3 meters for living spaces, reaching about 5 meters instead.

Yet, despite this height, the truck driver had effortlessly climbed past the first floor and kept going. The whole thing was just absurd.

2.1 meters tall, weight unknown, no visible signs of training—yet he made it look effortless.

And the guards hadn’t noticed a thing. Yeah, this complex’s security was definitely lacking.

Lin Yi bought a bag of chips from the convenience store and deliberately sat nearby, watching the argument between the guards and the female tenants.

Nothing was more entertaining than a good spectacle.

“Give us an explanation! If security here is so good, how the hell did we get knocked out inside our own homes and dumped at the entrance?!”

More and more female tenants gathered, their expressions fierce as they glared at the guards.

The guards desperately wanted to provide an answer, but the surveillance footage barely showed anything—just a vague figure crouching near the entrance, ambushing anyone who passed by, knocking them out, and dragging them downstairs. Beyond that, there was no useful information.

“Damn it, hurry up and explain! How can we get attacked in our own damn homes?!”

One tenant was especially furious, her grip on a guard’s neck so tight that veins bulged. It was hard to gauge her exact strength, but the guard’s face immediately turned pale, his throat making a disturbing creaking sound.

Lin Yi watched from the sidelines, munching on chips and sipping cola, his heart practically leaping out of his chest.

Was this about to turn into a murder?

“Alright, listen to me first.”

A woman with a face full of hardened muscle—enough to put bodybuilding champions to shame—strode out of the security booth like a crab sidestepping into view. She grabbed the wrist of the woman choking the guard and effortlessly pried her off.

The furious woman still wanted to lash out, but one look at the muscular woman made her swallow her anger.

“None of us wanted this to happen, but sometimes things are just… unexpected and hard to deal with. So here’s what we’ll do: everyone goes home, locks their doors and windows, and we’ll conduct a thorough search of the complex for any suspicious individuals. Once we find the person responsible, we’ll figure out how to handle it. Sound good?”

The muscular woman wore a security uniform, but hers was distinctly different—likely the captain of the security team.

Her words carried far more weight with the enraged tenants than the flustered young guard’s had.

“Fine. Since you’re saying that, we’ll go back. But you’ve got two days to give us an answer—or we’re demanding compensation.”

The lead tenant snorted coldly.

“Of course. Protecting the safety of residents is our duty. If we fail, you’re welcome to hold us accountable.”

The muscular woman smiled, but with her rough features, it didn’t come off as gentle—more unsettling.

Especially since she stood at 180 cm, her muscles surpassing even Ronnie Coleman’s, her face so hardened it looked like it could snap delicate twigs just by flexing.

Lin Yi gulped.

When he first moved in, he’d seen the security team’s profiles posted near the booth. He’d assumed the listed physical stats were complete nonsense—especially the captain’s claim of a 1,600 kg deadlift.

On Earth, the strongest human deadlift record was around 500 kg. Even in this world, where the average woman was 30% stronger than the average man, and some women exceeded that baseline by another 30%, the absolute limit was probably around 1,100 kg.

1,600 kg?

What was that—lifting two female walruses?

A small car?

Yeah, right.

He hadn’t believed it at all.

But after encountering Lihua Yu and Yucai High School, his entire worldview had been upended.

At this point, if someone told him a person could punch through concrete walls, he’d just nod and accept it.

“Alright, show’s over. Better head home…”

The muscular woman noticed Lin Yi and frowned.

“You—you’re Zhuang Yayun’s tenant’s slave, right? There’s trouble in the complex. You should get home now.”

“Right, right.”

Lin Yi nodded quickly.

Then—

His phone rang.

It was Yun Ling.

“Hey! Lin Yi! Be careful—there’s a woman in your house!”