Chapter 67 Part 1

Zhong Nian walked around and discovered that in the Happiness Apartment, surrounded by buildings in a “回”-shaped enclosure, there was really only one main gate for entry and exit.

Even stranger, there were plenty of apartments, but few people moved about in the public areas.

Perhaps they had all gone to work? Or they were still taking a midday nap at home?

It was only the first day, and Zhong Nian did not know much about the residents’ situations. He thought he could come out to observe after five or six o’clock.

While the Security Booth was empty, Zhong Nian walked over and secretly peeked through the glass window.

Inside, the Security Uncle had a baton hanging from his waist. His build was robust—one arm alone was as thick as two of Zhong Nian’s thighs—and his security uniform seemed ready to burst at the seams. He had his legs propped up on the table, leaning back in his chair as he played cards on his phone.

Perhaps his luck was poor, as his face was as black as coal. Two thick eyebrows stood upright, with deep creases between them from frequent frowning. He looked intimidating at first glance.

No one knew what result he got, but suddenly, he slammed his fist hard on the table. The force made the transparent teapot jump.

He cursed loudly at his card buddies inside: “Fuck! What kind of shitty cards are these? If you can’t play, go home and rinse that pig brain of yours in some manure water!”

The peeking Zhong Nian, who had been craning his neck, immediately gave up any thought of getting friendly and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, the Security Guard keenly noticed the movement. He quickly stood up, drew his baton, and turned his head with fierce eyes: “Who’s there!”

Zhong Nian, who had retreated behind the glass window, shrank his neck and froze, not daring to run.

If the Security Guard chased him out, he definitely wouldn’t be able to outrun him. The scene alone was terrifying to imagine, and being held a grudge would be disastrous.

Zhong Nian could only steel himself, poke his head out again, scratch his face awkwardly, bow slightly with due courtesy, and greet softly: “Hello, Mr. Security.”

The originally fierce and menacing Security Guard froze upon clearly seeing the young man’s face outside the glass window.

It was like encountering a thousand blooming trees in the barren wilderness of late autumn or winter—all negative emotions were instantly soothed by the beautiful sight.

The young man’s eyes, shimmering with clear light, looked over timidly, utterly dazzling.

“I mean no harm. I just moved in, so I thought I’d come say hello.”

While blinking his sincere eyes to show his harmlessness, Zhong Nian secretly touched the dagger bound to his lower back with his hands behind him, gaining a bit of security.

“Ah, oh… come to say hello? Yeah, that’s necessary. No problem, come live here.” The Security Uncle scratched the back of his head. A faint blush rose on his dark face, and his previous ferocity vanished, replaced by a simple and amiable demeanor.

A beat late, he remembered something and hurriedly hid the baton behind his back.

[He’s got Uncle all tongue-tied.]

[Wife’s attack power is terrifying…]

[These mere scary NPCs are no match at all.]

[I was sweating for the streamer just now—my worry was completely unnecessary.]

[Not playing cards anymore? AFK is shameful.]

The Security Uncle’s face made a complete one-eighty, changing so quickly that Zhong Nian was a bit dazed.

The Security Guard then warmly invited him: “Why not come in and sit for a bit? I have AC here.”

Before Zhong Nian could speak, the Security Guard had already quickly opened the door and offered the only chair.

“I have a bag of grapes too—super sweet. I’ll peel them for you!”

His enthusiasm was overwhelming, and Zhong Nian struggled to keep up. He waved his hands repeatedly: “No, no, I just came to get acquainted and ask a few things.”

“No problem, no problem, sit, sit!” The Security Guard pushed the chair forward again, fetched a cup of water from the water dispenser, and beckoned to Zhong Nian.

“…”

With no other choice and not wanting to be rude, Zhong Nian sat down.

In the cramped Security Booth, with a table and chair taking up space, there wasn’t much room left.

Zhong Nian occupied the chair, and the burly Security Uncle didn’t squeeze in. Instead, he stood outside the booth, as if afraid of offending him.

Zhong Nian and the Security Guard standing outside exchanged glances, finding it all very strange.

[Can’t tell for a moment who’s the real bully security guard.]

[Laughing to death… To let the guest in, the host stands outside.]

[Uncle keeps wiping sweat—probably afraid of stinking up our Baby.]

The Security Guard was even more awkward than Zhong Nian. He rubbed his neck and asked: “Which unit do you live in?”

There was no need to hide this—if the Security Guard wanted to know, a quick check would reveal it. Zhong Nian said: “1603.”

“Oh, 1603… Wait, you’re Mr. Mo’s…?”

Still unaccustomed to his assigned new identity, Zhong Nian’s ears heated up at the question. He avoided a direct answer and nodded silently.