Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1061 - 36 Reduction in Personnel

Chapter 1061: Chapter 36 Reduction in Personnel

At night, the middle-aged housewife stayed in the Dali Hua Hotel, relishing her joyful queenly life.

After following Tang Zheng for an entire evening and beating several prostitutes, she watched their fearful expressions and relentless pleas. Any previous timidity was discarded in some forgotten corner, replaced with an eager self-satisfaction; she itched to wildly rack up Sin Points, but her enthusiasm was met with a severe reprimand.

Dantai Zongqi found the housewife to be a nuisance, and since he needed someone to hold the fort at the hotel, he left her there, which inadvertently led to malicious speculation.

"Hmph, leaving me behind, what a stingy jerk, just worried I’ll steal his Sin Points, huh? Saying I’m weak and would only slow everyone down, pah, a bunch of selfish cretins," the middle-aged housewife ranted incessantly, utterly oblivious to the fact that she was, in herself, the most selfish one of all.

In the most luxurious room of the Dali Hua, the housewife took a comfortable hot water bath and then lay in bed, enjoying the maid’s massage.

As his power grew, Dantai hired not only thugs but also five maids to take care of everyone’s food and daily life, lessening fatigue. However, this arrangement conveniently enabled the housewife to throw her weight around.

"Press harder, didn’t you eat lunch?" Feeling the pressure on her shoulders, the housewife suddenly turned over, sat up, and reached out to brutally pinch the maid’s chest.

The maid cried out in pain, holding her chest with both hands.

"You dare cry out, shut your mouth," the housewife cursed loudly, her spittle flying far. The maid’s screams only infuriated her further, as her hands viciously twisted and tore at her.

"Please, don’t hit me anymore, I’ll do a good job," begged the maid, enlisted from the slums with several younger siblings to support, thus cherishing this well-paying job. Despite such ill-treatment, she dared not resist, only pleading continuously.

Unbeknownst to the maid, her submissive behavior only bolstered the housewife’s bullying instincts.

Slap! The housewife grabbed the maid’s hair and slapped her face hard repeatedly, causing her mouth to split after about a dozen hits,

"Bitch, your face is so thick, my palm hurts from slapping it," the housewife panted, her chest heaving, feeling a bit tired, and then she pushed the maid off the bed.

The maid sat on the floor, enduring the agony, imploring the housewife’s mercy.

"Please, don’t fire me, I’ll work harder."

"Go, call over the other four maids," the middle-aged housewife demanded, reveling in the superiority she felt as she watched the brown-haired foreign woman beaten by her. Smiling smugly, she picked a bunch of grapes from the fruit tray beside her and indulged gleefully, even the sour juice tasting sweet.

The maid walked out, and the housewife suddenly laughed uproariously.

"Dantai, oh Dantai, think you’re clever, believing that I can’t accumulate Sin Points just because I’m in the hotel? Aren’t these maids the perfect targets? I don’t even need to leave the hotel or actively seek out prostitutes to beat up; I can still earn Sin Points," the middle-aged housewife chuckled gleefully like an old hen who stole feed from the neighbor’s. "Hmm, now, how should I torment those maids? Make them slap each other? No, too weak. Find an excuse to beat them severely? Might as well kill them outright. There are plenty of gang members in the lobby. Just use Dantai’s name and have them dispose of the bodies, right?"

In order to survive, the middle-aged housewife had already completely disregarded the lives of others. Not only did she not see anything wrong with this, but she also believed no one would eventually hold her legally accountable.

"Where the hell is the maid? Hurry up!" The housewife was getting impatient and yelled a few times, but no one appeared. Instead, she heard a few faint gunshots, which caused her to shiver with fright.

"Surely no bad guys, right? This place is Dantai’s stronghold." The housewife grabbed the Thompson submachine gun beside her and stared at the door, then remembered her mobile phone and hurriedly grabbed it to dial Dantai.

Ratatat, bullets riddled the door and sprayed into the room.

Amidst the whizzing sounds of flying bullets, the middle-aged housewife screamed in terror and rolled off the bed, crawling underneath it. As a newbie who had never seen real danger, she had completely forgotten to shoot back.

Bang, the door was forcefully kicked open, and four gang members in black suits burst in, raining bullets into the bed. They were members of the Tuna Gang. After gathering intel on Dantai’s commotion, they proceeded to take down his stronghold.

A bald man entered; he had severe sinus issues and kept sniffing.

"Little Boss, there’s a middle-aged woman here. She matches the info, she’s one of them," one black-suited man reported as he lifted the sheet and spotted the middle-aged housewife.

"Drag her out, burn her in front of the hotel as a warning to those yellow-skinned people," the baldy ordered after scanning the room then turned to leave.

"Don’t touch me, back off, or Tang Zheng and Dantai will kill you all," the middle-aged housewife struggled, loudly threatening them.

Watching the housewife’s disgrace, the men in suits laughed. If they were afraid of threats, they wouldn’t be in this business.

"Get out here," one of the men fired a few shots near her to stabilize her, then grabbed her silk nightgown.

Rip, the nightgown was too thin, and tore easily, the man cursed and grabbed the housewife’s hair again, dragging her out.

"It hurts, let go!" the housewife yelled, batting at the man’s arm.

"Bitch, quiet down," the man slapped her across the face, causing her mouth to split and nearly knocking her unconscious.

"Fuck, these tits are almost sagging to the ground," the man in the suit used the muzzle to prod the housewife’s flaccid chest, mocking her.

The middle-aged housewife was only wearing a nightgown, which was torn off, leaving her in just her underwear, quite indecent. But the man in the suit was not interested; she was too ugly.

The man in the suit knocked the mobile phone out of the housewife’s hands and grabbed her hair, dragging her out forcefully.

"I don’t want to die!" The housewife clung to the wall, trying to stall for time, which immediately earned her a beating. Several large feet in black shoes kicked her in the abdomen and back, causing her to gasp in pain.

When they reached the stairwell, the man in the suit let go, followed by a kick to the housewife’s buttocks, sending her rolling down the stairs, then grabbed her hair again and dragged her across the lobby to the front of the Dali Hua Hotel.

Behind the housewife, a crimson trail of blood stained the floor; her head had been cracked open.

Bald Boss was leaning against a Ford car, smoking a cigarette. Looking up as they came out, he signaled his subordinates.

Understanding the gesture, a subordinate opened the car door, pulled out two cans of gasoline, walked over to the housewife, unscrewed the lids, and poured them over her.

"No..." The housewife instantly turned into a drenched chicken, smelling the pungent scent of the gasoline fumes and feeling the wet burning sensation on her skin. Her complexion turned very unpleasant looking as she struggled to get up, attempting to run. But after a few steps, she stopped because a man in a suit was blocking her path with the sound of a lighter flicking on.

"No, please don’t!" Seeing the flame, the housewife’s face instantly turned pale, stumbling as she turned to run to the side.

The men in suits closed in, each taking out a lighter and deliberately waving it around near the housewife.

The entire Long Street echoed with their unrestrained laughter, and the housewife’s panicked screams as she neared death.

"Save me! Someone please save me, Tang Zheng!" The housewife begged for mercy constantly, but no sympathy came, and then she began to call out Tang Zheng’s name.

"Stop playing around, kill her and leave," Bald Boss took a deep drag of his cigarette and then flicked the cigarette butt away.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, igniting the gasoline, which quickly spread to the housewife, turning her into a blazing torch. With a whoosh, fierce flames surged upward.

The housewife screamed desperately, running wildly; the sound of the flames burning her skin and flesh could even be heard.

Tang Zheng arrived in a police car and saw the housewife being burned alive, struggling as she ran.

"Get out of the way!" One of the men in suits, looking arrogant upon seeing the police car, immediately fired several shots at the nearby road surface, intending to make Tang Zheng back off.

"Housewife?" Tang Zheng frowned, got out of the car, and walked over.

"Group Leader, save me!" When the housewife saw Tang Zheng, she gathered her last bit of strength and ran a few steps but fell down by the roadside, struggling to crawl further.

"Didn’t you hear me tell you to scram?" roared the man in the suit, pointing his gun at Tang Zheng.

"Fuck!" Tang Zheng pulled out an AT-4, too lazy to even rest it on his shoulder, aimed it directly at the man in the suit, and pulled the trigger.

Boom, the rocket shell, trailing a brilliant tail flame, hit the man in the suit, blasting him into pieces scattered across the sky, leaving no complete body behind.

"Kill him," the Bald Boss, startled, was about to dive into the car to escape when he saw the policeman taking out another AT-4 and aiming his way.

Boom, the car was blown into the sky and then crashed down onto the road with a bang. Bald Boss was blown out by the blast wave, wounded and momentarily unable to get up.

"Shoot to kill; too quick a death is too good for you." Tang Zheng yanked out an AK47 and opened fire on the remaining men in black suits, hitting their legs, every shot accurate, incapacitating seven men in just five seconds, their legs shattered.

Tang Zheng, holding the rifle, walked over to the unemptied gasoline drum. One of the men in black suits gritted his teeth, struggled to raise his gun, and aimed to shoot Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng raised his muzzle and blew apart his wrist; screams of agony filled the air.

"Suddenly, I’ve found this ’game’ quite enjoyable!" Tang Zheng unscrewed the lid and poured gasoline over Bald Boss, who pulled out a handgun, but before he could fire, Tang Zheng stomped ferociously on his wrist, crushing the bone.

Tang Zheng repeated the process, dousing each man in a black suit with gasoline, then tossed aside the drum and pulled out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth.

"No, don’t kill us; I can give you lots of money," Begged Bald Boss, lacking any of the composure he had while torturing the middle-aged housewife, now resembling nothing more than a pathetic maggot, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with Tang Zheng.

"Sorry, I don’t need money," Tang Zheng snorted coldly, flicked the cigarette away, (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)