Chapter 60: I Don’t Understand, But I Support You!

“Baby! That’s great! The girl from 3201 is actually home!!”

Watching Ye Qing carry out an off-white monitor with a floor stand from Jiang Yan’s apartment, Sun Jingtao’s tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed.

Hearing this, Su Dai hurriedly pushed her husband aside and pressed her eye to the peephole, her face full of disbelief as she exclaimed:

“Oh my god! That’s a 37-inch ‘Bestie Machine’—it costs over seven thousand! She’s just letting someone take it out like that? Isn’t she afraid it’ll get smashed? And it’s the latest model with a built-in lithium battery!”

But Sun Jingtao wasn’t focused on the expensive monitor.

“Looks like I was right—3201 was framed! Judging by how confident Zhang Qiqi and her group look, it’s almost certainly their doing! 3201 must have some evidence in her hands.

But if the property management is really behind this, I doubt Liu Dahong and his people will let the owners see the evidence so easily. They might even go as far as silencing people! Here’s what we’ll do: Baby, lock the door and stay inside. I’m going to help her!”

As he spoke quickly, he tucked the cleaver he was holding into the back of his waistband, grabbed an inconspicuous spring-loaded fruit knife from the coffee table and slipped it into his pocket, then threw on a loose black jacket to cover everything up.

“Honey, those people are ruthless! Maybe you shouldn’t go…” Su Dai’s face was full of worry, but her words lacked conviction.

After nearly ten years together, from dating to marriage, she knew her husband all too well.

Sun Jingtao’s willingness to stand up for what’s right wasn’t a one-time thing.

But this time was different.

It was obvious that Sun Jingtao was going out not just to seek justice, but also to protect their own family.

And his analysis of the “us versus them” situation wasn’t without merit.

There were a lot of things she might not fully understand.

But as long as her husband had made up his mind, she would always give him her full support.

Sun Jingtao pulled his wife tightly into his arms, planted a firm kiss on her forehead, and solemnly instructed:

“Baby, trust me—I have to go. 3201 has something on them, but she can’t handle this alone. I know Xiao Ye, I can talk to him. I have to go.

Also, lock the door tight behind me. If you sense anything’s wrong, immediately use the climbing rope to escape from the living room down to the 31st floor or lower!

Then run to the next building. Once the rain lets up a bit, go find my comrade Zhang Hao in the neighboring complex—he’ll definitely help you out for the sake of our friendship!”

He sounded like he was heading off to a noble sacrifice, but still took the time to tighten the life vest Su Dai was already wearing.

Su Dai’s eyes suddenly reddened. “Don’t say such unlucky things, honey. You’ll come back safe and sound!”

She wanted to say “saranghae” or “I love you” like in those romance dramas, but the words caught in her throat and she choked up.

She would wait for her husband to come back!

Come back safe and sound!

Sun Jingtao grunted in acknowledgment, took a deep breath, grabbed an N95 mask from the entryway shoe cabinet, put it on, and then quietly opened the door and slipped out.

Boom!

Outside, the thunderstorm raged on.

There was still some distance between 3204 and 3201, so no one noticed him quietly slipping out.

Over there, Ye Qing had already set up the Bestie Machine in the open space.

The owners who had been standing at the back of the crowd all surged forward.

“Everyone, please step back a bit, don’t get too close! The truth here concerns all of us owners. If possible, let’s make sure we all get to see the whole thing,” Ye Qing said, not turning on the monitor right away, but first signaling everyone to keep their distance and subtly suggesting they create a safety barrier.

This was something Jiang Yan had specifically instructed him to do when she handed over the Bestie Machine.

She said the real culprit was among the property management people, and they had to prevent anyone from rushing in to destroy the evidence.

Ye Qing did feel a strong urge to stab Jiang Yan and avenge his grandparents, but he held himself back.

For one, Jiang Yan was standing in a very hidden spot—he couldn’t get to her.

For another, the moment he saw Jiang Yan’s special forces gear, he was completely awed.

Yes, awed.

Could a girl with such equipment and clear, determined eyes really have deliberately released blood mosquitoes to attack her neighbors?

His gut told him: Impossible!

So he decided to wait and see what evidence she had to offer.

Gao Dazhuang and a few others were just there to watch the show.

Their families lived on lower floors, and none of their relatives had been hurt in the blood mosquito incident.

But Liu Dahong, Zhang Qiqi, and Zhang Qiming all felt a sense of dread when they saw the monitor being brought out.

Sure, the surveillance cameras had long since stopped working in the heat, but who’s to say she didn’t secretly record something on her phone?

After all, she still had plenty of power at home!

They huddled together, whispering nervously.

Everyone had their own agenda, and no one noticed that Sun Jingtao, masked up, had quietly blended into the crowd of owners.

Liu Dahong gritted his teeth and said, “When I give the word, you guys rush up and smash that monitor!”

In terms of numbers, the owners clearly outnumbered their group.

But if it came to a fight, even if Gao Dazhuang and his group didn’t help, they were still confident of winning.

After all, some of the owners looked timid and clueless—no threat at all.

But there was always a chance someone might slip through the cracks.

If the remaining owners found out that the property management had committed theft and caused the fatal tragedy, his plan to establish a base and rule over everyone in Qianshui Bay would be ruined.

After all, besides Building A, there were still hundreds of survivors in the other four buildings.

Not to mention, he’d secretly let in people from another low-rise complex a few days ago.

Those people were led in by another property manager.

If they switched sides at a critical moment, wouldn’t he just be handing everything over to someone else?

Zhang Qiming, feeling guilty, whispered, “But wouldn’t that just make us look even more suspicious?”

At the start of the heatwave, as the owners’ committee director, he’d had some say.

But as things dragged on, his position became meaningless.

Now, his words were as good as farts—no one listened.

At this point, he was just Liu Dahong’s lackey.

“Hmph, no one has any proof it was us. Just deny everything,” sneered Zhang Qiqi, who had long since switched allegiances.

The other managers were already gripping their weapons, itching to act.

Especially Guan Sanqiang, the young man with six toes and flame-patterned sneakers—his forehead was already slick with sweat.

He was the one who, under Liu Dahong’s orders, had personally unleashed the blood mosquitoes in Building A.

Everything they were plotting was being watched by Jiang Yan through the surveillance feed.

To be honest, she’d already anticipated they’d try to interfere and had edited the footage accordingly.

She’d even rehearsed dozens of scenarios in her mind and prepared countermeasures for each.

So, she was in no rush.

Let the bullets fly a little longer.

On the other side, Ye Qing saw that everyone had cleared the space as he’d asked, so he slowly turned on the monitor.

The footage and audio had already been edited and set up by Jiang Yan, starting three seconds before Guan Sanqiang tried to open the unit door, with the volume turned up to maximum.

Everyone held their breath, eyes glued to the screen.

No one noticed that Liu Dahong and his group, weapons in hand, were already edging closer."