Chapter 18 I'm Not Afraid of You
As soon as the phone was answered, a fierce stream of curses came from the other end.
"Damn, do you want to die? Who gave you the right to use me as an example in the group chat?"
"Dare to provoke me, Andrew, it seems like you don't want to live."
"I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay in this city, do you believe?"
Andrew was also a notorious bully in Starlight City, with a few hundred people under his command, and reportedly had been involved in several manslaughter cases.
Living in the same neighborhood as him meant all the homeowners avoided him. Nobody dared to provoke him.
To establish his dominance, Andrew's style was such that anyone who dared to offend him even slightly would have to pay a huge price.
This was what they called the dignity of a bully.
So, even though Steven had just mentioned him in the homeowners group, Andrew still saw it as a provocation.
On the phone, he cursed harshly, "You are really asking for trouble! How dare you mention me and make troubles!"
Of course, Steven wouldn't let him off the hook, sneering, "You are nothing!"
"Don't yell at me, you're a social scum, a useless waste, you have no right to make a fuss!"
Steven cursed loudly, feeling particularly gratified inside.
Towards this person who had intruded into his home in a past life and caused his death, he had long been harboring hatred!
On the phone, Andrew was taken aback that Steven dared to curse at him!
Enraged, he cursed even more harshly.
Steven directly said, "You are just a waste, only good at cursing people here? Who do you think you're scaring? Shit!"
After cursing, Steven hung up the phone and then blocked him.
Blocking him after cursing, Steven thought about Andrew's furious appearance on the other end and felt especially gratified.
He walked to the TV and turned on the surveillance camera.
When IronShield Security Company built his safe house, they installed cameras throughout the entire floor.
It could be said that now the entire building was under his surveillance.
Steven looked towards the sixth floor where Andrew was, and soon enough, the door to his house was aggressively pushed open.
Andrew, wearing a down jacket and holding a baseball bat, walked out aggressively.
But as soon as he stepped outside, he shivered immediately.
It was well below minus 158 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and to appear imposing, he had only worn a down jacket over thermal underwear.
He even deliberately left the zipper open to show off his chest tattoo.
The icy temperature made it unbearable for him.
Seeing no one around, Andrew quickly rubbed his hands and hurriedly got on the elevator.
Steven sat on the sofa and calmly took out a crossbow from under the table.
This crossbow was used for hunting, capable of penetrating even a 660-pound wild boar with an 8-inch bolt.
Humming a tune, Steven loaded the crossbow bolt.
After practicing for a while, he had become very proficient with the crossbow.
Within 50 feet, he may not hit the bullseye every time, but a head the size of a watermelon wouldn't be missed.
The elevator kept going up, and Steven, with the bolt ready, arrived at the door.
Above his massive security door, there was a shooting hole at 6.5 feet high.
Standing on a chair, Steven opened the door to the shooting hole.
It could only be opened from the inside.
Then he aimed the crossbow at the corridor outside.
For safety, Steven also had his pistol in his pocket.
Even if Andrew had been made of iron, he would have had a bad day when he came today.
Soon, the sound of the elevator rang, and Andrew, cursing, walked out of the elevator.
Through the homeowners group notes, he easily found out where Steven lived.
Arriving at the door, he picked up the baseball bat and started smashing the door while cursing.
"Steven, you scoundrel, come out!"
"Damn, weren't you arrogant just now? Come out now! I'm killing you!"
Andrew cursed fiercely and then hit the door forcefully.
But that security door was 8 inches thick, reinforced with bulletproof metal, more defensive than some large tanks.
Naturally, Andrew couldn't break it with a baseball bat; instead, it made his hand ache from the impact.
Andrew cursed and ranted, not realizing that he was being targeted with a crossbow bolt.
Watching Andrew's fierce demeanor, Steven's lips curled into a playful smile.
His crossbow was aimed at Andrew's head.
But after a moment's thought, he changed his target.
In this apocalyptic scenario, besides him, almost everyone else in the building would likely die.
People like Andrew were no exception.
Killing him now would be too easy!
After all, in his past life, he was devoured alive by these heartless neighbors.
A mischievous smile played on Steven's lips.
He wouldn't let this disgusting person die so easily!
So Steven changed his target.
There was a faint sound of the bolt cutting through the air, and the sharp bolt pierced Andrew's leg directly.
The crossbow bolt, capable of killing a wild boar, went straight through his lower leg!
Andrew let out a piercing scream and fell to the ground, clutching his leg in agony.
In this subzero temperature of minus 158 degrees Fahrenheit, suffering a penetrating wound, Andrew's leg was surely ruined.
And due to the lack of medication, infection was inevitable.
Next, he would die a miserable death in pain and cold.
Andrew, in excruciating pain, realized that he had encountered a terrifying person!
In fact, these thugs relied on their fearlessness and unreasonable behavior.
They gambled on the fact that the plain dealers wouldn't resist them.
But when faced with someone who dared to use a crossbow, even they would feel fear.
Andrew, terrified, fled in panic, not even seeing where the arrow had come from.
But he was indeed a bully, managing to hobble back to the elevator with a crippled leg.
As for Steven, he chose not to continue his attack for a simple reason--he wanted Andrew to suffer a little longer.
After all, he wasn't a demon!
After Andrew ran back to the elevator, he was drenched in cold sweat, which quickly froze in the subzero temperature of minus 158 degrees Fahrenheit.
But at this moment, his heart was colder than the air.
The merciless attack moments ago made him feel the naked intent to kill.
In today's society, anyone who dares to shoot a crossbow at someone is not someone to mess with!
Looking at his maimed leg, Andrew realized that his lower leg had been completely pierced by the crossbow bolt!
Blood stained half of his trousers, which then froze.
Under the extremely low temperature, his sense of pain wasn't as acute.
But this didn't make Andrew feel relieved; instead, he was horrified.
He knew that without medical treatment, his leg would be useless in less than half an hour!
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