Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Black smoke billowed from the scrap yard of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, and the heat was oppressive.

Yan Bugui hid behind a large iron pillar.

Seeing Liu Haizhong, who usually swaggered around the yard, now covered in dirt and wielding a shovel, shoveling scorching steel slag alongside the lowest-level laborers.

The obese body seemed to melt under the high temperature, and the sight was truly horrific.

Yan Bugui instinctively shrank his neck and gasped.

"My goodness, this guy with bangs always dreamed of becoming an official, but now he looks like he's been shoveling ashes."

"They must have offended that little devil Zhang Huaimin. This retribution came way too fast."

Yan Bugui felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He secretly rejoiced that he had only been tricked into taking a big fish for free a couple of days ago.

If I really anger that little devil, I probably won't even be able to keep my job as a teacher.

"From now on, if you see this kid in the yard, you'll have to take a detour."

Yan Bugui made up his mind, adjusted his glasses, and quietly slipped out of the scrap yard.

Meanwhile, on the courtyard side...

Zhang Huaimin went to the supply and marketing cooperative on Qianmen Street today.

Using the special food coupons given to me by Director Wang, I bought two jin of White Rabbit milk candy and some glutinous rice strips.

Although he is an adult at heart, he is now in the body of a five-year-old, and he still has the desires for food and drink.

Moreover, he deliberately bought so much delicious food to make those savory characters in the compound drool.

This is called mental torture.

No sooner had Zhang Huaimin left than that ingrate from the Jia family—Banggeng—came to the front yard.

The stick-shaped bird has really suffered these past few days.

First, a rooster pecked my buttocks raw, and yesterday I fell and broke two of my front teeth in the alley.

He still speaks with a lisp, and he winces in pain whenever he eats.

Jia Zhangshi doted on her grandson, but she couldn't afford to buy him any good food.

All I could do every day was make do with thin cornmeal porridge.

Bang Geng was spoiled and pampered by the Jia family.

How could anyone endure such hardship?

He watched Zhang Huaimin wear a clean and tidy cotton-padded jacket every day, eat and drink well, and even the director of the street office gave him White Rabbit milk candy.

The jealousy and greed in Bang Geng's heart were like venomous snakes gnawing at his soul.

"Why does that little bastard get to live a better life than me?"

"He must have a lot of delicious food and money hidden in his house!"

"My grandma said that his things belong to the Jia family!"

Banggeng hid in the shadows of the passageway, looking at the tightly closed solid wood door of Zhang Huaimin's house.

His teeth were grinding together (even though his front teeth were leaking air).

After two previous failures, the stick-shaped stalk did not learn its lesson.

On the contrary, he felt that the first two times were accidents, and that he was just unlucky.

This time, he's going straight through the main entrance!

Banggeng pulled out a rusty iron wire that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket.

This is a lock-picking tool he learned from the thugs in the compound.

He glanced around and made sure that all the adults in the compound had gone to work, and the remaining women were washing clothes in the backyard.

The front yard was deserted.

good chance!

Banggeng crouched low and tiptoed to Zhang Huaimin's door.

Looking at the gleaming brass lock on the door, Banggeng's eyes were filled with greed.

What he didn't know was.

Although Zhang Huaimin went out, how could he possibly be completely unprepared for his own home?

In this compound, even security doors can't keep out these beasts; we need to go for "high-tech" solutions.

Even before he left home.

Zhang Huaimin then performed special modifications on his own copper locks and door handles through the system panel.

"Extracting the trace lightning properties of low-voltage electric eels and fusing them into the surfaces of door handles and copper locks."

This is a revolutionary anti-theft technology produced by the system.

It won't electrocute you, but it will definitely give you a taste of what it means to be "touched by the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess".

Banggeng stood in front of the door, nervously swallowing.

He raised the wire in his hand and slowly approached the keyhole of the brass lock.

"Once I pick this lock, all the candy, roast pork, and money inside will be mine!"

Banggeng was happily fantasizing in his heart.

however.

He gripped the brass doorknob with his left thumb and forefinger.

The moment the wire in his right hand touched the keyhole.

"Sizzle—!"

A sharp, clear crackling sound, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, rang out.

Suddenly, a sound came from the doorknob!

A faint, pale blue arc of electricity leaped from the surface of the copper lock and struck the fingers of the staff precisely.

"ah--!"

Before Banggeng could even let out a complete scream,

A powerful, tingling, high-voltage current.

It spread throughout his body at the speed of light in an instant.

Stimulated by this tiny amount of lightning, the stick-like creature lost all control of its body.

His messy hair, under the static electricity of the current, instantly stood up like a hedgehog.

His eyes rolled back, revealing only the whites, which looked extremely frightening.

What's funniest is his actions.

Banggeng's hands were stuck tightly to the doorknob and lock, and he couldn't shake them off at all.

He was like a puppet on a string.

He began to have extremely violent, irregular, high-frequency convulsions on the spot.

"Uh...uh...uh..."

He made a strange sound from his throat, like a frog hiccuping.

Her legs seemed to be equipped with springs, kicking wildly on the bluestone slabs, performing an extremely mesmerizing "electric tap dance".

Even his already swollen upper lip trembled violently under the stimulation of the electric current, making him look incredibly comical.

If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely think that this kid was possessed by some kind of deity.

The current lasted for a full ten seconds.

Those ten seconds felt like an eternity to the pufferfish.

He felt as if his bones were about to be shattered by an electric shock, and his internal organs were churning violently.

"Bang!"

As the capacitive load on the door handle is depleted.

The electric arc disappeared.

The stem, like a lump of mud, fell straight backward.

The back of his head slammed heavily against the bluestone slab on the ground.

His small hands, blackened by the electric shock, hung limply at his sides, still tightly gripping the wire he had used in the crime.

Banggeng rolled his eyes.

She completely fainted.

Half of his body was lying outside the doorway, and the other half was slumped in the corridor.

A trace of white foam still clung to the corner of his mouth.

Just then.

A cheerful whistling sound came from the entrance of the alley in Nanluoguxiang.

Zhang Huaimin was carrying a bag of White Rabbit milk candy.

With light and leisurely steps, I strolled into the gate of the courtyard house.