Chen Zhenghao finally sensed fear creeping in. Retrieving his mobile phone, he dialed 120 for emergency assistance. However, the call remained unanswered. Chen Zhenghao persisted for over two minutes, encountering a perpetual busy signal. His heart sank; the external world was gripped by an intense cold, even the hospital paralyzed in stagnation. Though some hospitals clung to operation, the snowstorm outside rendered ambulance dispatch impossible.
A resolute figure, Chen Zhenghao, after prolonged contemplation, resolved to conduct self-surgery. At the very least, the embedded crossbow bolt demanded removal. Struggling back home, he retrieved a knife, an alcohol lamp, gauze, and hemostatic agents from the drawer. Accustomed to brawls, he routinely stocked such items at home. Cutting open his trousers with the knife, he paled at the sight of the frozen wound on his leg.
Beneath the extreme cold, the leg wound had already iced over. While temporarily halting blood flow, the surrounding area turned livid, and the lower leg lost all sensation. Chen Zhenghao, in despair, knew self-reliance was his sole recourse. Grateful for his streetwise nature, he initiated the surgery despite the excruciating cold-induced numbness.
As the leg had succumbed to frostbite, diminished sensation facilitated the surgery, albeit without anesthesia. The ordeal was so agonizing that he nearly lost consciousness. The leg, however, appeared irreparable. Reclining on the sofa, gasping for breath, Chen Zhenghao harbored an intense hatred for Zhang Yike, the one who shot the arrow. "Zhang Yike, you wretched scoundrel, I shall certainly end you!"
Chen Zhenghao, holding his phone, frustrated by Zhang Yike's blocking, resorted to mentioning him in the homeowners' group. "Zhang Yike, you mongrel, just wait; if I don't kill you, then my name isn't Chen Zhenghao written backward!"
The homeowners, unaware of the situation, upon learning of Zhang Yike's transgression against Chen Zhenghao, tensed with anticipation. Chen Zhenghao was a genuine hoodlum, notorious for his ruthlessness. While ignorant of Zhang Yike's arrow and leg ordeal, they couldn't fathom the gravity.
However, some were thrilled. Lin Dama, previously humiliated by Zhang Yike, gleefully remarked, "Dog bites dog, the best scenario. Humph, neither of them is any good!" "It's best if the hoodlum Chen Zhenghao kills Zhang Yike and shuts him up for scolding me!"
Seeing the messages in the group, Bai Lianhua Fang Yuqing expressed her satisfaction. She rather hoped for Chen Zhenghao to deal with Zhang Yike. After all, how could he be so indifferent to her, the goddess, not even sending her some food as requested?
Yet, in the group, nobody dared to voice their opinions, fearful of being entangled in the affair.
Zhang Yike, amused by the situation, sent a voice message. "What are you? Only capable of barking like a dog! Dare to provoke me again, and I'll render the remaining leg useless!"
The homeowners were taken aback upon hearing the message, realizing that Zhang Yike dared to oppose Chen Zhenghao, and apparently, inflicted harm on him.
Chen Zhenghao, fuming, clutched his phone, almost damaging it. "Zhang Yike, you damned scoundrel, just wait; I will definitely kill you!"
Zhang Yike retorted, "You dog, if you have the guts, come over! Let's see who dies first!"
Post-apocalypse, Zhang Yike was carefree. With no societal norms or moral constraints, he relished his newfound freedom. On the other hand, Chen Zhenghao seethed with rage.
Back inside his home, gradually recovering thanks to the feeble heating, the severe pain in his leg persisted. Moving now required a cane.
Contemplating for a while, Chen Zhenghao believed it wasn't challenging to kill Zhang Yike. He perceived being shot by an arrow as a lapse in vigilance. With proper preparation, he could mobilize his lackeys, infiltrate Zhang Yike's home, and end him.
Chen Zhenghao immediately instructed his underlings, residing nearby, to come over equipped with weapons. Learning of Chen Zhenghao's command, they enthusiastically gathered at his home, ready to avenge him.
Examining Chen Zhenghao's leg, his subordinates clamored to exact revenge on Zhang Yike. Chen Zhenghao coldly stated, "I'm not severely harmed. After a few days when the snow melts, I'll recuperate in the hospital. But this scoundrel dared to shoot me; we can't let him off. Go to his home, break in, and deal with him!"
Chen Zhenghao's henchmen, being outlaws, were unfazed by Zhang Yike's weaponry. Instead, they grew excited at the opportunity. In this cold-stricken, lawless city, they could openly visit and assault others. Malice within them unleashed without restraint.
Arming themselves, they proceeded towards Zhang Yike's residence, intent on breaching the door and delivering him to Chen Zhenghao for retribution.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yike, anticipating Chen Zhenghao's retaliation, remained unfazed. Engrossed in a game, he monitored the building's activities via a split screen. When Chen Zhenghao's subordinates arrived, he was well aware of their presence.
The hoodlums approached cautiously, wielding makeshift shields. Upon reaching Zhang Yike's door, they began a vehement onslaught, determined to teach him a lesson before presenting him to Chen Zhenghao.
"Open the door!" they shouted. "You scoundrel, daring to shoot our brother Chen, today we'll make sure you regret it! Your anniversary of mourning starts today; open the door!"
In the midst of their verbal assault and door-banging, Zhang Yike, annoyed by their disturbance, entered the kitchen. Connecting a hose to the faucet, he climbed to a shooting vent.
Unnoticed by the henchmen below, still engrossed in their aggression, Zhang Yike sneered and turned on the water, directing it towards them. The surging water resembled a torrential downpour in the narrow corridor, instantly drenching them.