“But I am magnanimous, I won’t hold it against you. I was already planning to give you money—yes, it’s three thousand, not five thousand,” Andrew Brooks explained solemnly.

He was doing what he enjoyed most: after defeating his opponents, trampling on and crushing their will. He relished this feeling, and this very habit had earned him countless mortal enemies in the Immortal Realm.

“I really was planning to give it,” he said with a sincere expression, but there was no doubt he was lying. The remaining two thousand wasn’t enough to buy a twenty-nine-inch color TV, and he had no intention of settling for a twenty-five-inch one.

“But you didn’t cherish this opportunity,” Andrew Brooks pursed his lips and slowly shook his head, his expression looking deeply pained and regretful. “It was just rape… and it was only attempted. I’ve already paid the price—three thousand, isn’t that enough?”

He emphasized the “three thousand” with great force, and of course, he had a purpose: he just wanted his opponents to truly feel the pain of losing something that was almost in their grasp.

Andrew Brooks understood that this pain wouldn’t dissipate just because he left. This feeling of regret and anguish was destined to become an indelible scar for these people for countless years to come.

That was his real goal. Even if he broke your leg, you’d only hurt for a couple of months. But he wanted you to feel pain every time you remembered it. Only two months? Dream on!

“So, everything I did was because you forced me, really,” Andrew Brooks kept rambling, not done playing yet. “Take you, for example, you wanted to be my father…”

He pointed at the one with the broken leg. “But now your leg is broken, and I’m not angry anymore. Everyone, look, aren’t I being reasonable?”

Seeing everyone looking utterly dejected and not cooperating with his performance at all, Andrew Brooks was a bit dissatisfied. He finally decided: this game ends here. Mortals are just mortals—tormenting them isn’t fun at all.

“All right, you with the broken arm, I don’t like the way you’re holding your arms,” Andrew Brooks walked up to the bald man, his hand moving like a blade, and both bloody arms instantly fell to the ground.

Strangely, there wasn’t much blood flowing from the bald man’s severed arms.

“You like being ridden,” Andrew Brooks pointed at the Black Widow. The smile on his face made the woman instinctively curl up into a ball. “Fine, I’ll help you with that.”

The woman’s big eyes showed a pleading look, but she couldn’t speak, and Andrew Brooks acted as if he didn’t see it. You think you’re tough? Still don’t want to let me go? Ha, perfect—I don’t want to let you go either.

The next moment, several men around suddenly had an uncontrollable thought in their minds: Big Sister, Black Widow… we’re going to have our way with you.

As everyone rushed forward, the Black Widow was pinned to the bed in an instant. Andrew Brooks burst out laughing, flicked his sleeve, and a wall of the two-story building vanished without a trace.

Amid the swirling dust, he had already disappeared, leaving only a sentence in the air: “Hmph, how dare you treat me like some lovesick fool with low EQ? We’re sworn enemies now—this isn’t over!”

Actually, for him, it was already over. But who was Andrew Brooks? When it came to making people miserable, he was second to none. Well, you can all live in fear for a while.

To be fair, from some perspectives, there was a reason why Andrew Brooks was beaten by all the immortals and forced to reincarnate in the human world—this guy really was too mean.

With the thunderous crash of the collapsing wall, the thugs pinning down the Black Widow snapped out of their daze. “Ah, what am I doing?”

What greeted their confused eyes were the passersby outside the wall. “Damn, when did they start violent demolitions here? Wasn’t this place bought by the passenger transport office?”

Someone stared straight at the Black Widow, whose body was exposed. “Looks like… looks like the demolition office is… trying to get with that pretty landlady?”

“Where? Where?” As soon as this was said, a crowd of over a hundred onlookers immediately gathered…

Chapter 12: Female Chairwoman of the Military Commission

While everyone was condemning the real estate company’s brutal demolition in unison, Andrew Brooks was already sitting in a taxi, heading to Phoenix City’s No. 1 Department Store.

Today’s events had given him a sense of exhilaration he hadn’t felt in a long time. Of course, this kind of thrill was inappropriate—old habits die hard, and that’s not a good thing. At the same time, it brought him a bit of distress. Was his emotional intelligence really that low?

Originally, he had planned to stay home for a few days and then buy a TV to take back to Donglinshui. But this lingering discomfort reminded him: better to just buy the TV today.

He’d get a twenty-nine-inch one for his parents to watch at home, and take the old eighteen-inch to Donglinshui. This was a spur-of-the-moment act of filial piety, which, in theory, should help boost his emotional intelligence, right?

At the end of 1996, a twenty-nine-inch TV cost over three thousand yuan—the cheapest Haoluwa was still thirty-two hundred. And Andrew Brooks’s clothes weren’t exactly refined. Worse, he’d just been in a fight, and that wall-demolishing move as he left, while dashing, had left him filthy. No matter how you looked at him, he resembled a migrant worker.