Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Moreover, good families also value their reputation.

You should especially choose families with a higher level of cultural background.

Cultured people care about their reputation; even if something bad happens, their sense of shame will keep them quiet.

If you choose low-level options, it's like having nothing to lose; if a scoundrel comes knocking, you can't shake them off.

With this mindset, Cao Shuang didn't feel lucky that he wasn't being held accountable.

He, on the contrary, was quite pleased with himself.

Because I'm smart, I chose the right people, which is why I can always get away easily.

He quickly put the lost big fish out of his mind.

He's more concerned about something else now.

He stroked his neck, his expression somber.

Thinking back to the time I rolled on the ground like a cooked shrimp, a suffocating feeling welled up in my neck—

He hated him so much that he almost wanted to stab the other person to death.

More than the fear of the mysterious force, anger welled up in my heart.

He imagined countless times in his mind who the masked man was, thinking about it over and over again, imagining himself successfully finding the other man's weakness, cruelly torturing him, and killing him.

Some people may be so weak and helpless in the face of superhuman abilities that they will kneel down and submit.

But Cao Shuang is not that kind of person.

He is adept at being arrogant at first and obsequious later, two-faced, and intolerant of setbacks.

Cao Shuang's life can be described as one where he can't stand even the slightest setback.

His self-proclaimed reason for wanting revenge on women in the world—simply being dumped by his ex-girlfriend—proves this.

Because I was hurt, I see all women as bad people and seek revenge.

They have to crawl on their knees and beg me, but I love no one.

Cao Shuang felt a cruel pleasure whenever he saw someone shed tears.

Serves him right, serves him right, serves him right! Hahahaha!

Cao Shuang has a strong vengeful nature and lives a completely carefree life.

Because he doesn't engage in internal conflict or reflect on his own actions.

All mistakes are someone else's fault; if I'm unhappy, it's because someone else made me angry.

If I were to take revenge on the world, it would be because the world has hurt me!

Such a person would naturally not be afraid.

More than fear, he desperately wanted to find out who the masked man was and to tear him to pieces.

To prevent Cao Shuang from causing trouble, Bai Weiran took him to the police station first.

But he didn't expect that Cao Shuang was a person who was used to flattering and currying favor, and would give gifts and lobby on his behalf.

He would hurt anyone weaker than him, yet he would be meek and obsequious in the presence of those stronger than him.

The rule of law in this world is several levels lower than in Bai Weiran's present world.

Taking money is commonplace in the legal system here.

Bai Weiran originally thought Cao Shuang would be imprisoned for quite some time.

Unexpectedly, with the power of money, Cao Shuang was released in just three days.

The first thing Cao Shuang did after being released was to go find An Qin.

In his pursuit of a beautiful and wealthy woman, Cao Shuang essentially acted like he was on tiptoe, spending money from selling paintings lavishly.

Anqin's paintings earn money, but he spends it even faster.

In addition, he spent a lot of money to get himself released early.

Now he's penniless and eager to replenish his coffers.

At that moment, he thought of Anqin.

That junior schoolgirl he could manipulate at will was his secret stash of money.

But this time he couldn't get through on the phone; no one answered no matter how many times he tried.

Because after Bai Weiran took him to the police station, he promptly turned off An Qin's phone.

This was done so that I wouldn't feel bad about it.

But this action pushed Cao Shuang's already displeased mood to an extreme.

He had never been rejected by An Qin. Even a single phone call could convey the gentle humility An Qin showed towards an emperor, which greatly pleased Cao Shuang's arrogant heart.

Someone who was pampered and treated well by others suddenly had that kindness taken away.

He will not reflect on his actions or feel grateful because of this.

Cao Shuang was furious and frantic, and racked his brains to list all of the other party's crimes.

You dare to refuse my call?

Do you dare refuse my request?

He even rushed to the attic of Anqin's rented house, only to find that it was already empty.

Cao Shuang was even angrier.

How dare you, you filthy woman!

He walked the streets late at night, lighting cigarettes one after another, anxiously wondering where An Qin had gone.

Just then, he saw the gallery's advertisements everywhere.

Although the paintings were not directly and clearly displayed, Cao Shuang immediately recognized them from the tip of the iceberg of those paintings shrouded in mystery.

That gentle brushstroke and color usage.

No. Is it Anqin?

She ignored his calls, yet she managed to climb the social ladder and achieve great success on her own?

When did this happen? How dare she? How could she be worthy of it?

The mysterious painter who caused such a stir throughout the city was someone he had always trampled underfoot and could do whatever he wanted.

Cao Shuang couldn't accept it at all.

She's the kind of person who's gentle and has no temper at all.

It was as gloomy as a small insect in a corner, crawling and scurrying about.

If it weren't for his pity and charity towards her, and his efforts to sell her paintings for her, who would have wanted her?

Who does she think she is?

What makes her so special?

The person he was stepping on suddenly leaped over him, and he looked like he was about to fly away.

The anger caused by this sense of loss was even stronger than the anger he felt when he lost the big fish and faced a life-or-death threat.

Cao Shuang's anger and arrogance were like a bulging balloon about to burst.

The manic, oppressive aura emanating from him caused the people queuing around him to involuntarily step back and frown at him.

The mother frowned as she held the manual, then quickly bent down and hugged the child.

The boy pulled his girlfriend into his arms protectively, looking wary and fearful.

Cao Shuang glanced at them, first looking at the boy's thin face, then moving to his girlfriend.

He snorted dismissively.

Even if you gave her to me, I wouldn't be interested.

Just then, the exhibition hall doors opened, and a row of service personnel in formal attire walked out, the one at the front of the group smiling broadly.

Welcome everyone!

The crowd cheered with anticipation and began to move into the gallery.

Cao Shuang also joined the crowd and followed along.

As everyone passed through the gate, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The entire building is absolutely stunning.

Bai Weiran initially provided An Qin with examples from famous contemporary architectural exhibition halls.

It was a magnificent royal villa, with carved beams and painted rafters, now lost to the annals of history.

There are also ancient and beautiful Eastern styles, as well as tranquil Japanese styles, and all sorts of other styles.

But Anqin didn't choose any of them.

Anqin chose a building with a history of several hundred years, which was originally a church and later converted into an exhibition hall.

This choice gives the exhibition hall an inherent sense of solemnity, purity, and tranquility.

Hanging up layers of gauze of different colors, partially concealing the viewer, staff guide the crowd to lift each layer, creating an illusion of stepping into a dream.

What finally appeared before everyone was a dimly lit lobby, with two imposing spiral staircases winding downwards on either side directly in front.

The group looked at each other, completely bewildered.

A murmur arose among the crowd.

"How strange..."

"Usually, along the way, something suddenly comes to mind."

"...Why does this exhibition go against the grain?"

The discussion had barely begun when the lights in the lobby snapped on.

A small crystal chandelier shines in the center of the spiral staircase.