Chen Zhenghao finally felt fear.
He took out his phone and tried to call the police.
But the calls would not go through, Chen Zhenghao tried for more than two minutes and got nothing but busy signals.
Chen Zhenghao's heart sank; the world outside was frozen solid, even hospitals had come to a halt.
Even if some were still open, with the heavy snow sealing the city, it was impossible for an ambulance to come out to rescue anyone.
Chen Zhenghao, a tough character himself, after much hesitation, decided to operate on his own.
At the very least, he had to remove the crossbow bolt.
After laboriously getting back home, he took out a knife, an alcohol lamp, gauze, and hemostatic medicine from a drawer.
He often got into fights, so it was only natural he had these supplies at home.
Chen Zhenghao cut his trousers open with the knife and turned pale with fright at the sight of the wound.
Under the extreme cold, the wound on his leg had already frozen.
This temporarily stopped the loss of blood.
But around the wound, the skin had already turned blue and purple, and his calf had completely lost all sensation.
Heart filled with despair, Chen Zhenghao knew that at such a time, he could only rely on himself.
Lucky for him, being a tough character used to society's underbelly, he operated on himself after careful thought.
Since his calf was already frostbitten, the cold numbed much of the pain.
Even without anesthetic, he successfully completed the operation.
However, the process was so painful that he almost passed out.
And that calf was, obviously, ruined.
Chen Zhenghao lay on the couch, breathing heavily, filled with hatred for Zhang Yi who shot him with an arrow.
"Zhang Yi, you little runt, I will kill you, I swear I'll kill you!"
Murderous intent filled Chen Zhenghao's eyes.
He was not joking; he was genuinely planning to kill Zhang Yi.
Otherwise, how could he continue to mix in Tianhai City?
Chen Zhenghao picked up his phone, and since Zhang Yi had blocked him, reluctantly @mentioned him in the homeowners' group.
"Zhang Yi, you cur, you just wait, I, Chen Zhenghao, will write my name backward if I don't kill you!"
The homeowners didn't really know what was going on.
But knowing that Zhang Yi had offended Chen Zhenghao made them sweat for him.
Chen Zhenghao was a genuine thug, and he was ruthless!
However, if they knew that Zhang Yi had shot him with an arrow and even ruined his leg, they would probably be too shocked to speak.
Some people were excited, though.
Like Aunt Lin, who had been slighted by Zhang Yi before, said gleefully: "Dog eats dog, best scenario. Both are bad seeds!"
"Chen Zhenghao, that thug, should just kill Zhang Yi, that damned creature who dares to insult me!"
And Bai Lianhua, Fang Yuqing, also saw the messages in the group.
She sneered, rather hoping that Zhang Yi would get dealt with by Chen Zhenghao.
Why did Zhang Yi treat her so coldly and not even deliver food to her door when she, the goddess, so asked?
And yet, no one in the group dared to utter a word, fearing they'd get dragged into the mess.
Zhang Yi saw the message and laughed out loud.
As long as he didn't leave his safe house, he didn't care about a hundred Chen Zhenghaos!
Zhang Yi sent a voice message to his phone.
"What do you think you are? Just a barking dog! Annoy me again, I'll wreck your other leg too!"
The homeowners in the group were all astounded upon hearing this voice message.
They had not expected that Zhang Yi dared to oppose Chen Zhenghao!
And it seemed that he had even injured Chen Zhenghao's leg.
Chen Zhenghao clenched his phone so tightly he almost broke it.
"Damn you, Zhang Yi, just you wait. I will kill you!"
Zhang Yi was unapologetic: "Scum, if you dare, come on over! Let's see who dies first!"
It must be said, with the apocalypse upon them, Zhang Yi was letting loose.
Without all the constraints of public order and good morals, he didn't need to give face to anyone; he was enjoying it!
On the other hand, Chen Zhenghao was furiously seething.
After returning to his place, he slowly regained sensation thanks to the trivial effect of the air-conditioning.
But the intense pain in his leg had him grimacing in agony.
Now, if he wanted to move around, he could only rely on crutches.
After careful thought, Chen Zhenghao felt it would not be difficult to kill Zhang Yi.
He believed he was shot simply because he was careless.
With his guard up now, he could completely call his underlings to storm Zhang Yi's home and beat him to death!
After all, everything outside was frozen over, hospitals, and police stations included.
Wanting to kill someone, now was the best opportunity.
Chen Zhenghao immediately called his underlings, ordering them to come over with weapons to help him eliminate Zhang Yi.
Many of Chen Zhenghao's underlings lived nearby and, after receiving Chen Zhenghao's order, they flocked to his place with machetes, baseball bats, steel pipes, and other weapons.
Seeing the injury on Chen Zhenghao's leg, his underlings clamored to kill the perpetrator to avenge their boss.
Chen Zhenghao said coldly, "I'm not seriously hurt. When the snow melts in a few days, I'll go to the hospital to recuperate."
"But this scum dared to shoot me, isn't this digging his grave?"
"If I don't kill him, how can I, Chen Zhenghao, continue to mingle in society?"
One of his underlings spoke up, "Brother Hao, just give me his apartment number and I'll chop him up now!"
Chen Zhenghao nodded, "They live in 2401 of this building, but this runt is very sneaky, he has a hand crossbow. He ambushed me with it."
An underling holding a steel pipe shouted, "This guy has no honor! Using an ambush!"
Chen Zhenghao advised, "Be careful when you go, I know it's just him alone at home. As long as he doesn't shoot you, just break down their door and you can do whatever you want with him!"
Chen Zhenghao's underlings, all desperadoes and although knowing that Zhang Yi had weapons, were not afraid.
Instead, they were excited.
Now with the snow disaster and lockdown, they could go around starting fights with impunity.
The malice within human nature was unrestrainedly released through them.
So, they took their weapons and headed to Zhang Yi's place, intent on breaking down the door.
Zhang Yi also knew that Chen Zhenghao would not let things rest and would certainly seek revenge.
However, Zhang Yi was not the slightest bit nervous.
He stayed at home, playing video games and using split-screen to keep an eye on the movements within the entire building.
His screen had a clear view as Chen Zhenghao's underlings approached and he had his equipment ready on the table, waiting to give them a show once they arrived.
Considering these social outcasts merited death, Zhang Yi had no intention of being soft-hearted.
Soon, Chen Zhenghao's dozen underlings arrived at Zhang Yi's door.
Knowing that Zhang Yi had a hand crossbow, they approached with caution.
Several underlings carried wooden boards as makeshift shields in front of them.
After reaching Zhang Yi's door and finding no threats, they began their move.
"Open up!"
"Damn you, daring to shoot our Brother Hao, you're going to die today!"
"This day next year will be your death anniversary, open the door!"
While cursing, they used the hammers and iron rods they brought to hammer fiercely against the door of Zhang Yi's home.
They wanted to break in, teach Zhang Yi a brutal lesson, and then hand him over to Chen Zhenghao.
Zhang Yi, engrossed in his game and unfazed, was stuck on the boss of the first level, dying seven or eight times without getting past, which slightly soured his mood.
Hearing the curses and thudding of the door being hit outside, Zhang Yi shouted irritably, "Can't you put some more effort into it? What, you haven't eaten?"
Enraged by Zhang Yi's arrogance, the underlings struck even harder.
But the security door, made of twenty centimeters thick alloy, was tough—hardly vulnerable even to small explosions.
Let alone their primitive smashing attempts to break it down.
After much effort, only a few small white spots and peeling paint appeared on the metal door; not even a dent was made.
The underlings were flabbergasted.
"Holy crap, the door's solid metal! And it's so thick, how can we smash through this?!"
"Damn, how many enemies does this guy have?!"
The gang of underlings was dumbfounded.
However, since they had promised Chen Zhenghao to beat up Zhang Yi and bring him back half-dead, they couldn't just return empty-handed and thus, they continued to pound and curse outside.
Once again, Zhang Yi's game character died.
Annoyed by the noise from the underlings outside, Zhang Yi finally had enough.
He went to the kitchen, attached a hose to the faucet, then climbed up to the shooting port.
Unnoticed by the underlings outside, too busy with their commotion.
Zhang Yi sneered, then turned on the faucet, blasting them with water.
The torrential outpour in the narrow hallway was like a downpour, immediately drenching them.